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When the kiss broke, he tilted his head to the side, giving TK room to explore his neck with his lips. As he moved down his body, Carlos’s fingers came to tangle in TK’s hair. Every kiss, every nip, had Carlos breathing a bit heavier. Moans spilled from his lips when TK hit those spots that drove him nuts. “TK,” he moaned out, just needing to release his name from his lips. As TK moved lower down his body, his hips lifted, as if asking for attention. |