“His kiss turned feral, and his cock throbbed. Since day one, he’d imagined Prescott underneath, giving him as good as he got. Flex rolled his hips and grinded his cock against Prescott’s and moaned into the kiss. There wasn’t even a whole lot of clothing with both of them wearing only sweat shorts, but damn if Flex didn’t want those gone, too. Flex skimmed his hands along Prescott’s ribs, feeling scars along the soft skin that told a story of a hard life. Prescott reached up and combed ...his fingers through Flex’s hair, trying to take control of the kiss. The two battled with teeth and tongue. The nips from Prescott on his lower lip went straight to his dick, and he could feel pre-cum oozing onto his shorts. All that could be heard in the room was their heavy breathing. Both fought for control until Flex broke and pulled back just enough to jerk down Prescott’s shorts then his. Damn, Prescott was beautiful, lean and scarred.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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