Sam Sivahn grips Dylan Anderson’s waist as he presses their mouths together, the tattooed muscles of his bare chest flexing against the dark shirt-clad back. Dylan’s hands dig into Sam’s shoulders, his own inked arms straining as they pull each other closer, lips locked in a rough, open-mouthed kiss. The air between them is thick with the weight of their bodies, the only sound the sharp inhale of breath when their teeth clash.
