Brandon Cody’s thick arms flex as he grips Roman Todd’s hips, fingers digging into the taut muscle of his back while the blond’s head dips between his thighs, no hesitation, just the rough pull of tongue against skin. The sand beneath them is damp, but neither man cares as Cody pins Todd’s wrists above his head, his own cock already wet with need, the tattooed chest rising and falling with the effort of holding him down. Roman’s hole clenches at the first press of Cody’s fingers, his breath coming sharp, the only sound the wet slap of skin on skin.
