The bearded man grips Blake’s hips, his knuckles white as he slams into him from behind, the other man’s dark hair catching the light between their bodies. Kurt’s muscular chest presses against Blake’s back, fingers digging into his waist while he rides him hard, the water lapping at their ankles as the city hums in the distance. Their mouths crash together, tongues tangling as Blake moans, the sound swallowed by the wind.
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