Scott Isaac grips Chad Carlisle’s hips, his lean frame pressing down as he drives into him hard, the bed creaking under their weight. The blond’s knuckles whiten around the dark-haired man’s waist, his breath ragged against his neck while Chad’s fingers dig into the sheets, his body stretched taut beneath him. The green wall behind them stays silent as Scott’s thrusts turn desperate, each stroke pulling a choked gasp from Chad’s throat.
