Steve Hunt and Mickey A. grip each other’s chests, fingers digging into muscle while their tattoos stretch taut against skin, one pressing a tool into the other’s palm. The dark-haired, tattooed man leans in hard, lips crashing into a kiss that turns rough and hungry as hands slide lower, seeking warmth between thighs. The wooden shelves behind them frame the scene like silent witnesses, but the real focus is the way Steve’s grip tightens around the tool, his breath ragged against Mickey’s neck.
