Derek Atlas pins Brett Swanson down on the couch, his tattooed arms locking around the other man’s chest as they kiss hard, fingers digging into the muscles of his back. Brett’s dark hair falls forward as Derek kneels between his thighs, gripping his shoulders to hold him still while their bodies press together. The couch creaks under their weight as one pulls the other closer, their arms tangled in a rough, possessive hold.
