Jimmy Bona & Max Summerfield

Jimmy Bona pins Max Summerfield down, his tattooed arms locking around the smaller man’s waist while his mouth crushes into a deep, openmouthed kiss. Max’s hands grip the sheets as Bona’s tongue sweeps inside, fingers digging into his ribs before sliding lower to pull him up by the hips. The bed creaks under their weight as Bona flips him onto his back, the air thick with the sound of wet suction and Max’s sharp exhales.