Diego Reyes grips Manuel Reyes by the beard, pulling his head down for a deep, open-mouthed kiss while Manuel’s hands grip his shoulders, no hesitation, just pressure. The dark hair frames their faces as Diego’s tongue pushes forward, claiming the back of Manuel’s throat. Manuel’s chest rises fast, his grip tightening until his knuckles whiten, the only sound the wet, hungry sound of their mouths working together.
