Salt barely got into the hotel room before Andy tackled him, a full-body lunge that knocked the breath out of him and sent them both sprawling onto the bed. Salt gasped, meaning to take in some air, but what he got was Andy gripping his face, his hair, and taking his mouth in a forceful kiss that pushed a mewling sound right out of Salt. They scrambled to get each other’s clothes off, twisting, shoving, tearing, even. Salt heard a rip, didn’t know if it was his shirt or Andy’s. He didn’t much care, either. Andy’s hot mouth on his throat was pure bliss, the scrape of his teeth a perfection of sensation that had Salt bucking up, driving his steel-hard cock against Andy’s. Andy bit him, sucked and scraped Salt’s skin with his teeth. He held Salt by the jaw, nipping his way down to teeth Salt’s nipples. Salt was going to lose his ever-lovin’ mind. “Please,” he gasped, writhing as his cock spurted pre-cum. Andy’s response was a perfectly vicious bite that had Salt shouting and clutching Andy’s head to his chest.
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