Tony Falco pins Tucker Vaughn’s chest with a tattooed shoulder while their lips crash together, fingers digging into the smooth muscle beneath. The blond leans in, tongue forcing its way past lips still swollen from the first rough drag, his grip tightening as Vaughn arches into the pressure. One hand slides down, thumb circling the tight ring before Falco’s hips lock, driving deep with a single, brutal thrust.
