The moment Shane Thomas walked in, the air shifted. Hatler Gurius watched him move, his eyes tracing the powerful lines of Shane’s body, lingering on the bounce of his perfect bubble butt. Hatler Gurius imagined his hands on those curves, his own tattooed frame pressing against Shane Thomas’s solid strength. There was no question in Hatler’s mind; he had to have him.
Later, Shane Thomas arched his back, a low groan escaping his lips as Hatler Gurius moved above him. Every thrust from Hatler Gurius was deliberate, a master claiming his canvas. Shane Thomas met each one, his body welcoming the stretch, proving Hatler’s first thought absolutely right. The sight of Shane Thomas yielding to him was even better than Hatler Gurius had imagined.
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