The blond leans over the railing, his smooth, slim body angled toward Angelo’s mouth as he takes him deep, fingers gripping the edge while the other man’s tongue works slow and deliberate. Angelo stands close, his own swim trunks patterned with dark lines, one hand braced against the railing as the blond’s hips roll forward, the wet sound of lips and skin the only noise. They don’t look away, just hold each other’s gaze as the blond’s breath hitches, his cock thick and flushed in the sunlight.
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