The bearded man pins the dark-haired one to the floor, his mouth crushing down as fingers grip the back of his neck, no resistance, just the way he lets himself be swallowed. Later, they sit side by side, the kneeling one’s hands tangled in the other’s hair while his lips drag slow, possessive lines across his jaw. When the bent-over position comes, the kneeling man’s grip tightens on the hips, pulling him flush against the wall.
