Joey Mills, broad-shouldered and smooth-skinned, grips the controller while Angel Rivera, lean and dark-haired, leans back with a smirk, their fingers tracing the buttons as laughter spills between them. The sofa cushions dip under their weight as one presses closer, their hands brushing over the other’s chest before shifting lower, fingers teasing through the fabric of his shirt. The game pauses as the controller slips from Joey’s grip, his focus locking onto Angel’s mouth, then his own.
