The bearded man grips the other’s hips, his fingers digging into the smooth, muscular back as he pins him against the bark, then shoves his tongue deep into his mouth. The kneeling one arches his chest forward, hands gripping the thick thighs of the man above him, his own breath ragged as the kiss turns rough. The woods swallow their moans, the rough bark and damp earth the only witnesses as one pulls back just enough to drag his teeth along the other’s jaw before crushing his lips again.
