Dante Colle grips Ashton McKay’s waist as he bends him over the bed, his tattoos glinting under the light while McKay’s muscles flex against the sheets. The blond’s asshole stretches tight around Dante’s fingers as he prepares him, the dark-haired man’s grip never loosening. Both shirtless now, their bodies press together, Dante’s hands slide down McKay’s back, fingers tracing the ridges of his spine.
