Jaxon stiffened slightly but didn’t resist, feeling the weight of Brock’s hand as it slid from his hair down to his face.Brock’s rough fingers traced along Jaxon’s jawline, moving deliberately through the short stubble of his facial hair. “You’re not done yet, Jaxon. Gay porn “You want to stop looking like you don’t belong in a place like this?”Jaxon swallowed hard, caught between the intimidating physical presence behind him and his own uncertainty. Brock’s eyes traveled over Jaxon’s movements, taking in the subtle signs of effort.“Higher,” Brock ordered, his voice deepening. “Yeah,” he said quietly, his voice barely more than a breath.“Good.” Brock stepped back, giving Jaxon just enough space to breathe, but the tension was still there, thick in the air between them. He didn’t need permission. A faint smirk played at the corner of his mouth as he glanced up at Jaxon, who lay beneath him, completely spent and utterly helpless.Brock’s broad shoulders relaxed as he leaned into the sexual act. Brock’s hands remained glued to his chest, pressing firmly, feeling every twitch of the muscle. That’s what he was waiting for.Brock stepped back just enough to give Jaxon room to breathe, but his presence still loomed large. No escape from the permanence of the piece that now sat snugly around
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