The blond, broad-shouldered man with a jagged sleeve tattoo grips Zane’s hips as he drives into his ass, the red bracelet glinting around his wrist while Zane’s fingers dig into the sheets. His dark-haired partner kneels between his legs, tongue tracing the tight ring before pulling back to suck hard, the bed’s red cushions stained dark where they’ve already taken turns. One holds him steady, the other works him open, no gentleness, just the rough, relentless thrusts of two men who know exactly what they want.
