Joaquin Santana grips Mark Troy’s hips as he leans forward, his dark hair framing a stocky frame that presses into the couch, while Troy stands firm, his own smooth, muscular body angled just right for the first deep kiss. Santana’s fingers dig into the other man’s waist, pulling him closer as tongues meet with deliberate force, the standing position giving Troy the height to return the pressure. The couch cushions bear the weight of Santana’s forward lean, his grip never loosening as Troy’s hands find their way to the other’s ass, gripping hard.
