Teddy Torres grips Theo Ross’s hips, his tattooed forearms flexing as he drives deep, the blond’s breath hitching around the words he can’t say. Theo’s hands claw at the sheets, his body arched into every thrust, the muscles in his back straining as Teddy’s weight pins him down. The only sound is the wet slap of flesh, the way Theo’s legs tremble when Teddy finally stills, his own release spilling over his chest.
