Raw Pleasures
Ethan tried, but his body betrayed him, arching, trembling.
Their lips crashed again, tongues fighting, breath ragged. Damian bit Ethan’s bottom lip hard enough to sting, then licked the mark possessively. Ethan grabbed his ass, pulling him tighter, forcing the strokes harder.
It was obscene—two men grinding, stroking, rutting against each other on the couch, nothing soft, just a frenzy of need that had nowhere else to go. The room smelled of weed, sweat, and raw sex.
Ethan’s thighs shook first, his body tightening under Damian’s grip. “I’m—fuck, I’m gonna—”
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