Logan Moore and Josh, broad-shouldered, inked from knuckles to collarbone, pin Ricky Roman down by the hips while his tattooed arms flex against the sheets, his dark hair tangled with sweat. Josh’s fingers slide deep as Logan’s mouth seals over his throat, the bed creaking under their weight, while Ricky’s breath hitches between gasps. The bent-over position leaves his ass exposed, the dark hair between his legs already slick with need.
