Her Husband's a Bottom

Pierce Paris dominates with a grip that leaves no doubt, his bare chest pressed against Dillon Diaz’s as they lock lips in a kiss that’s rougher than his tattoos. One’s sleeves rolled up, the other stripped to skin, their hands move with purpose, fingers tracing, pulling, the kind of touch that doesn’t ask, it takes. The power shift isn’t subtle, but neither is the way Diaz lets it happen.