Killian Knox grips Jacob Woods’ shoulders, his beard rough against the other’s skin as they stand close enough to taste each other’s sweat, fingers digging into muscle while their mouths crash together. The bald, hairy chest of the one on top presses hard against the other’s ribs, their breath ragged as hands slide down to grip thick thighs, pulling them flush. No bed, no room, just the weight of bodies leaning into each other, teeth catching lips, the sound of skin meeting skin loud in the quiet.
