Jimmy Durano’s lean, smooth body presses against Shane’s broad, tattooed chest as their lips crash together, fingers digging into the other’s skin. Shane grips Durano’s hips hard while he leans in, his mouth opening wider to take more. The air hums with the wet sound of their tongues twisting, the way Shane’s grip shifts from possessive to urgent as Durano arches back just enough to let his teeth scrape Shane’s lower lip.
