The bearded man kneels in the dirt, fingers digging into the thigh of the other, muscles rippling under his grip, while the blond’s lips seal over his mouth, teeth grazing the lower lip. Both are bare-chested, sweat glistening on their smooth skin as the kneeling one pulls his shorts down just enough to expose the tight blue fabric. The air between them is thick with the press of bodies, legs splayed wide, one hand already sliding up the inside of the thigh.
