Adam Snow presses Nicholas Michaels into a heated, tongue-laced kiss, his beard scraping soft skin as his hands grip the tight ass beneath his palms. Nicholas, wide-eyed and trembling, lets out a whimper as Adam’s hunger turns the moment into a raw, intimate assault. The air grows thick with lust, fingers curling into flesh, breaths turning sharp and desperate. With a low growl, Adam drags Nicholas toward the edge-no mercy, no hesitation. This is the start of a brutal, uncut craving, where every touch is a promise of what’s coming. No apologies. No safe words. Just flesh, heat, and the slick slide of desire breaking through.
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