Dilan pushes Dominick against the wall and kisses him hard, hands already working at his belt. Dominick doesn’t resist — just lets it happen. His pants come down first, then Dilan drops to his knees and sucks him just long enough to get him going.
Dilan stands up, turns him around, and bends him over the couch arm. He slides in raw, one hand on Dominick’s shoulder, the other gripping his hip. Dominick’s forehead is pressed into the cushion and his hands are flat against the fabric.
The rhythm picks up. Dilan’s breathing gets heavier but he doesn’t make much noise beyond that. Dominick reaches back once to touch Dilan’s thigh but Dilan moves his hand away without saying anything. He keeps going until he stops, stays inside, and slowly pulls out after.
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