Trent Ferris dominates Trevor Spade from above, his tattooed arms wrapped tight around the smaller man’s waist as he guides him into position. Spade’s muscular back arches under the pressure, his dark hair falling forward as Ferris adjusts his grip, fingers digging into the couch’s edge. A drink rests between them, untouched, while Ferris leans in to claim a rough, open-mouthed kiss. His hands slide down, tracing the curve of Spade’s spine before pulling him back against the hard length pressing into his ass.
