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     Joscelin arched his back and gasped. Lips trailed down his neck, across his collarbone, teeth nipping at his chest before latching onto his nipple. Jos let out a low moan, digging his hands into hair, holding the naked body stroking and kissing him against his own bare skin.      Jos groaned and tightened his hold, forcing himself to shove the other male away and flip him onto his back. Jos straddled his narrow waist, trailing his hands across the tight abs and smooth pecs below him before leaning down, eyes trained on the other male's lips.      Moaning slightly, Jos relaxed against the other male, flicking his tongue against his

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