Jean Franko grips Andy Star’s tie, yanking him closer as the chair creaks under their weight, muscles flexing, dark hair catching the light. One pulls the other onto the lap, fingers already undoing buttons while the other’s breath quickens, hands gripping the shoulders hard enough to bruise. The tie drops, discarded, as skin meets skin in a rush of exposed flesh, the office chair forgotten.
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