The bearded man in the black jacket grips the cuffs tight around the other’s wrists while the striped-shirted one kneels, pulling his hair hard enough to tilt his head back, then presses his mouth down for a rough kiss. The third, clean-shaven and athletic, stands behind, his fingers already tangled in the dark hair he’s grooming into submission. The graffiti on the walls hums with something unspoken, but the only law here is who’s holding the cuffs.
By Gangster Fuck
