Brody Grant’s smooth, muscular frame towers over Tony Falco as he grips his shoulders, pulling him in for a deep kiss while his hands slide down to strip off his shirt. The dark-haired man stands still, letting Brody’s fingers work the fabric loose before turning to reveal his back, broad, unmarked, and waiting. Their bodies press together as Tony’s hands roam, undoing the last of their clothes until both stand naked, the air thick with anticipation.
