Jonas Jackson grips the bottle tight, his dark beard shadowing his jaw as he leans in to Paddy O’Brian’s mouth, who stands clean-shaven and broad-chested, waiting with his lips parted. The liquid glides down his throat as Jonas tilts the bottle just right, his grip firm and deliberate. Paddy’s hands rest idle, his muscles tense with anticipation.
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