Franco Styles leans back on the bed, his tattoos shadowing his arms as Dustin Hazel kneels close, their mouths locked in a deep kiss while fingers trace the other’s skin. The muscular, dark-haired man grips the sheets, his body angled just right as Dustin’s hands explore, pressing against his chest with deliberate pressure. The air between them is thick with the weight of their touch, every brush of skin deliberate.
