"Make me." Both challenge and invitation, and Nicolaj smiles when he wiggles again, slippery-slick, almost manages to slip free. "Fuck..." Johnny throws his weight into the next movement, slides deeper into Nicolaj's tight ass. Both pause a moment to groan and share their appreciation with a tangled, rough kiss. Johnny uses the distraction to pin Nicolaj's hands over his head, starts to move with slow, shallow thrusts. "Always," he pants, "fighting me." Nicolaj flexes his wrists, wraps lean legs around Johnny's slender hips. "Wouldn't want me any other way," he laughs, and leans up for another scorching kiss.
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