The bearded man pins the dark-haired one against the chair, his fingers digging into the smooth, muscular back while his mouth crashes down hard, no hesitation, just, open-mouthed hunger. The standing man grips the other’s waist, pulling him flush against the cold metal, his breath ragged as he shoves a hand between them, fingers already slick with need. The chair creaks under the weight, the outdoor seating area forgotten as one drags the other’s head back by the hair, teeth scraping against skin.
