Lucas Davidson grips Luke Desmond’s chest, fingers digging into his smooth, dark-haired skin as their mouths crash together, teeth clashing hard. The bearded one leans in, tongue forcing its way past Desmond’s lips while his other hand slides down, gripping the back of his neck to pull him closer. Their bodies press flush, muscles straining against each other as Davidson’s grip tightens, fingers flexing into Desmond’s chest like he’s marking him.
