Dalton Briggs grips Dillon Rossi’s shoulders while his fingers tangle in the dark hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer for a deep kiss. The smooth, muscular chest beneath his palm flexes as Briggs traces the ridges with deliberate pressure, his own broad frame angled just right to keep the window’s faint light off the scene. Rossi’s hands slide up to meet him, fingers pressing into the defined muscles of Briggs’ pectorals, the two moving in sync without a word.
