The tattooed, broad-shouldered man grips the other’s waist from behind, his knuckles pressing into the dark hair at the nape as they stand shoulder-to-shoulder on the wet sand. The ocean churns behind them, but their focus is on each other, one’s fingers dig into the other’s hip, pulling just hard enough to shift their body closer. The sun bleaches the dunes, but the heat isn’t in the air; it’s in the way the first man’s breath hitches when the second’s hand slides down, gripping the back of his thigh.
