In the quiet suburbs of a modern city, Vincent Grey and Kane Fox shared a cozy two-story home they’d bought together after years of dating. Vincent worked as a graphic designer from his upstairs office. Kane was a chef; he ruled the kitchen downstairs, his muscular arms and firm ass drawing Vincent’s gaze during lazy evenings.
Their relationship thrived on balance–both verse, they reveled in switching roles, each craving the rush of topping and the surrender ofbottoming. One afternoon, Kane wrapped up an early shift to find Vincent lounging on the living room couch, laptop abandoned, shirt unbuttoned to reveal his defined pecs. The air hummed with unspoken tension; they’d been teasing each other via texts all day–Vincent sending shirtless selfies from his desk, Kane replying with pics of his bulge straining against his apron. They’ve been building passion all day to finally fuck each other.
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