Scott Isaac pins Cristian Ray down on the couch, his dark hair framing a muscular frame as he grips the leaner’s hips, fingers already working inside. Cristian’s smooth, light hair contrasts with the rough grip of Scott’s hands as he sucks him deep, teeth scraping just enough to make it sharp. The couch creaks under them, but neither moves, just the wet, hungry sounds of Scott’s mouth and the slow, deliberate thrust of his fingers.
