Richard Pierce’s tattooed shoulder flexes as he pins Sean Everett against the headboard, his fingers digging into the dark hair while his mouth seals over the other’s throat. The rim starts slow, tongue tracing the tight ring before Richard’s grip tightens, pulling Sean’s hips up as he drives in with a rough, deliberate thrust. The headboard creaks under their weight, the only sound the wet slap of flesh against flesh.
