Brian Fox pins Tucker Vaughn against the sheets, his fingers digging into the tight, smooth muscle of his chest while Tucker arches into the touch, lips locked in a deep, open-mouthed kiss. The blond kneels behind him, tongue tracing the nape of his neck before sliding lower to tease the warm, puckered hole with slow, deliberate pressure. Their bodies press together, skin slick with need, as Fox’s grip tightens, one hand gripping the back of Tucker’s thigh, the other guiding his own fingers into the tight, waiting asshole.
