Gabriel Cross stands with his broad, tattooed chest rising and falling as he grips Damon Heart’s hips, his dark hair framing a face carved from muscle, fingers digging into the other’s waist to hold him steady. Damon Heart’s clean-shaven jaw tenses as Cross pulls him forward, the weight of his body pressing into the man’s grip, their movements rough and unyielding.
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