The bearded man grips the blond’s shoulder as he leans into the camera, muscles taut beneath smooth skin, while the other kneels with his head tilted back, lips parted in a slow, deliberate grin. Their hands brush against each other’s thighs as they lock gazes, the blond’s fingers flexing just before he pulls the bearded man closer. The floor presses into their knees, but neither moves, only the way their bodies angle toward one another tells you what comes next.
