Royal Sins
Philip stood at a distance, distracting himself.
“Fuck…Jacob…yes,” Atlas panted, new to the intensity but addicted. Jacob rose, spun him around, and thrust in raw and deep, one hand over Atlas’s mouth to make his moans sound quieter while the other stroked him in time. The sex was fast, passionate, desperate, grunts mixing with whispered “I love you”s and “You’re mine.” Atlas came hard, spilling over Jacob’s fist, while Jacob filled him with hot pulses.
They held each other after, breathing ragged, foreheads pressed together.
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