Kanye Sky grips Angel Santi’s hips hard as he pins him to the couch, his dark hair falling forward while Santi’s smooth, muscular chest rises with every sharp intake of breath. The blond’s fingers dig into the denim, pulling him closer as their mouths crash together, tongues tangling in a rough, open-mouthed kiss. Santi’s hands grip the fabric of Kanye’s t-shirt, nails digging in as the blond’s weight presses him deeper into the cushions.
