The bearded man with dark hair grips the other’s thigh as he leans in, his fingers tracing the pale skin between legs while the slim, clean-shaven one lies back, arms loose behind his head. A green shirt clings to one’s chest at first, then slips away as hands roam, one palm pressing into the stomach, the other cupping the crotch before sliding lower. The bed creaks as they shift, legs parting, the green bottle forgotten as mouths and fingers take over.
