Andrew Fitch pins Calvin Banks beneath him, his dark hair framing a broad, muscular chest as he grips the sheets, while Calvin’s smooth skin glistens under the weight of his dominant partner’s hands. Fitch’s fingers dig into the checkered fabric as his mouth crushes down, teeth grazing the other man’s jawline before his tongue pushes past lips still parted from the kiss. Calvin arches into the pressure, his own hands clawing at Fitch’s shoulders as the older man’s grip tightens, pulling him flush against the bed.
