Kevin Warhol’s dark hair and smooth, muscular frame press against Marcel Gassion’s lean, light-haired body as they lean together against the rough stone wall, their mouths locked in a deep kiss. Marcel’s fingers trace the hard lines of Kevin’s chest while he grips the rock behind them, the greenery of the woods framing their close embrace. The air between them is thick with the weight of their touch, hands sliding over skin without pause.
