Romeo Davis pins Jack Bailey over the edge of a surface, his dark hair and beard framing a grip that forces Jack’s slim, tattooed body into submission while his own muscular frame flexes with controlled dominance. The contrast of their tattoos, Romeo’s sprawling across his back, Jack’s sharp lines on his arms, marks the space between them as one of, unspoken command. His fingers coil around Jack’s waist, pulling him flush as lips meet in a kiss that turns hungry, the air thick with the weight of what comes next.
