Devin Jones and Richard Lennox kissing

Devin Jones grips Richard Lennox’s shoulders as their mouths crash together, his graying hair brushing Lennox’s dark, clean-shaven jaw while his muscular frame pins him down. Lennox’s lean body arches into the suction of Jones’s lips on his neck, the blue wristband on his wrist the only visible mark as Jones’s fingers dig into his skin. The green shirt of the man on top ripples with every thrust of his tongue, the only sound the wet, hungry sound of their mouths moving.