Jax Thirio dominates from above as Tom Bentley kneels on a cushion, his chest pressed tight against the bigger man’s muscular frame. The blond’s hands grip the smaller one’s shoulders while their lips crash together, tongues tangling as Jax’s weight pins him down. Every touch is deliberate, fingers tracing the ridges of Tom’s ribs, the way his own bare chest rises and falls against the kneeling man’s.
