Hooking Up With Markus Kage

Markus Kage leans against his bike, tattoos rippling under his bearded jaw as Manuel Skye adjusts his grip, then pulls him down by the collar. The clean-shaven man’s muscles flex against the leather, his fingers digging into Markus’s shoulders while the bike’s frame stays steady beneath them. The blue-purple glow turns their skin to shadow as one grips the other’s waist, the other’s teeth sinking into the throat.