Jax Thirio’s tattooed, hairy chest presses against Vin Roxx’s bald head as he grips his hips, fingers sliding deep into his ass while Vin moans into the kiss, his hole already stretched open. The orange-and-black straps bite into Jax’s shoulders as he leans down, tongue tracing Vin’s rim before his fingers curl harder, forcing him to arch back. Vin’s grip tightens on the sheets, his breath ragged as Jax works him open, the air thick with the sound of wet flesh and the slow, relentless pull of his fingers.
