Ed Dinakos grips Jake Tanner’s hips while his tongue forces the other’s mouth open, fingers digging into the jeans-clad waist as the dark-haired, clean-shaven pair press against each other under the shade of the foliage. Tanner’s head tilts back, lips parted as Dinakos’s grip tightens, the outdoor light catching the sweat glistening on their chests.
