Paul Canon leans against the brick wall, his dark hair damp from the rain, while Jax Thirio kneels on the sidewalk, adjusting his pants after Paul’s cock slides free from his mouth. Inside, the bathroom mirror fogs as Paul’s fingers grip Jax’s hips, pulling him closer to the sink where he’s already bent over, his asshole stretched open for the first thrust. The streetlight casts long shadows over their bodies as Paul’s weight presses down, his breath ragged against Jax’s neck.
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