Brandon Wilde’s tattooed arms wrap tight around Cliff Jensen’s chest as he pins him down, their mouths crashing together in a rough, open-mouthed kiss while Jensen’s fingers dig into the sheets beneath him. Wilde’s dark hair falls forward as he leans in, his grip on Jensen’s shoulders never breaking, the air thick with the weight of their bodies pressed together. Jensen’s own inked forearms rest limp beside him, the only movement the slow rise and fall of his chest against Wilde’s.
