Pietro Duarte grips Diego Reyes’ hips, his tattooed arms flexing as he slams into him from behind, the blond’s breath ragged against his shoulder. Reyes bends forward, his muscular back straining, while Duarte’s fingers dig into his waist, no hesitation, just the force of it. The only sound is the wet slap of skin meeting skin.
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