Dante Colle and the bearded man with the chest tattoo kneel on the couch, their mouths locked in a rough, open-mouthed kiss while the other’s fingers dig into his hip. The one with short dark hair pulls his head back by the hair, exposing his throat as the other traces his tongue down the sweat-slicked skin. His grip tightens on the couch’s edge, fingers flexing as the kiss deepens into something sharper.
