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Elijah and Dorian lock eyes, their breath heavy with anticipation. Hardened hands grip firm bodies, pulling them closer as lips meet in a hungry, wet kiss. Elijah’s mouth moves down Dorian’s chiseled chest, his tongue tracing every ridge before enveloping his throbbing heat. Dorian groans, fingers tangled in Elijah’s short-cropped hair, urging him deeper. The tension erupts as Dorian flips Elijah onto his back, their sweaty skin pressed together. With relentless thrusts, Dorian drives into him, the raw friction igniting a fire neither can contain. Elijah arches, his legs wrapped tight around Dorian’s waist, pulling him deeper with each pulse. Their moans grow louder, a symphony of primal need, until the intensity peaks. Dorian’s muscles tighten, his release surging as Elijah’s own climax triggers, their bodies shuddering in shared satisfaction. Two soldiers, one mission—complete surrender.