Scott Isaac pins Koda Cummings down, his grip firm on the shoulders of the shorter man’s tight, smooth body as he drives deep with slow, deliberate thrusts. The dark-haired man’s fingers dig into the sheets while Scott’s beard brushes his jaw, his tongue tracing the curve of his throat before pulling back to suck hard on his neck. Before the cock even hits, Scott’s hand slides between them, slick with spit, as Koda arches into the touch, his hole already tightening around the fingers that prepare him.
