The bearded man grips Vince’s shoulders as he presses their lips together, teeth catching his lower lip hard enough to draw blood, while the other’s fingers dig into his waist, both of them slick with sweat, muscles straining against the rough bark behind them. Vince’s head tilts back as the blond shoves his tongue down his throat, fingers tangled in his dark hair, pulling him flush against the chest that’s already rising and falling too fast. The air smells like grass and salt, their bodies pressed so tight the only space between them is the gaping hole the blond’s cock is already working into.
