Austin Avery grips Austin Wolf’s hips as he licks his way up the dark-haired, tattooed man’s chest, fingers already working inside him. Wolf lies sprawled on the bed, his muscles taut beneath Avery’s relentless mouth, while Avery’s own knuckles dig into the sheets. The two move with a, unspoken rhythm, one pulling, the other yielding, until Wolf’s breath hitches against Avery’s tongue.
