Gabriel Clark pins Kennedy Carter down with a tattooed forearm, his dark hair framing a grip that holds the other man’s wrists while his mouth seals over Kennedy’s throat. Jake Bass kneels beside them, his light hair catching the light as he pulls Kennedy’s cock into his mouth, fingers already working the tight hole from behind. The bed dips under Gabriel’s weight as he guides Kennedy’s legs apart, his own tattooed chest pressed against the smaller man’s back.
