The tattooed, broad-shouldered man grips Jacob’s shoulder as he pins him down, his knuckles pressing into muscle and ink, while Brian’s lips crash into his throat in a rough, open-mouthed kiss. The air thickens with the sound of skin slapping skin as one shoves the other onto his back, fingers digging into the other’s ribs before yanking him up by the waist. Their bodies lock in a struggle of strength and need, the tattoos on their arms twisting and flexing as one flips the other onto his stomach, his breath ragged against the back of Jacob’s neck.
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