Michael Roman’s shaved head and tattooed chest press into Christian Ace’s slim frame as he kneels, gripping the couch’s edge while Roman’s fingers trace the piercings along his neck. The bearded one pins him down, his muscular arms locking Christian’s wrists as lips meet in a rough, open-mouthed kiss. One stands dominant, the other bends to the pressure, their bodies angled just right for the next move.
