The bearded man grips Frankie’s hips while he kneels, his tattooed forearms flexing as he pulls him closer, lips locked in a rough, open-mouthed kiss. Frankie’s clean-shaven jaw tenses against the pressure, fingers digging into the gold pillow as the muscular man pins him to the couch. Their bodies press together, the couch’s edge biting into their thighs.
