Date: 2024-08-04 03:19 pm (UTC)
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He digs his toes into the bed, keeping him trapped, his hips snapping tight, drawing out each movement with a long sigh.

He presses his forehead against his collarbone, breathing out with each move, feeling the heat build up in his chest.

"Fuck. Fuck, you're so - " He doesn't get to complete the thought, all words leaving him as he gets more erratic. He pushes himself up enough to kiss him as he finishes with a moan.
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