Damien Nichols pins Ryan Fields to the bed, his tattooed arms locking around the smaller man’s waist while he drives into him with rough, deep thrusts. Ryan’s dark hair falls forward as Damien’s fingers dig into his hips, pulling him flush against every stroke. His mouth seals over Damien’s, swallowing the growls that come with each slam, while his own fingers work between them, slick with need. The bed creaks under their weight as Damien’s grip tightens, his breath ragged against Ryan’s neck.
