Theo Brady grips the chessboard while Scott Finn kneels behind him, his tongue tracing the tight ring of his asshole as Theo’s fingers dig into the wood. The blue sheets ripple beneath them as Finn’s hands spread Theo’s cheeks, his breath hot against the dark, tattooed skin before he plunges deep. The board stays still, only their bodies move, one bent over the edge of the bed, the other driving into him with slow, relentless strokes.
