Oliver Newman presses a slick, cylindrical object into the tight grip of the bearded man beside him, their muscles rippling as he leans against the railing. The other, smooth-skinned and close-cropped, pulls him down by the wrist, lips crashing into a kiss that leaves no doubt about who’s in charge. Pillows burst with color as they sprawl across the bed, one arm flung behind his head while the other traces a path down the other’s chest.
