Rudy Gram’s tattooed, muscular frame presses against the wall as Oskar Ivan’s darker hair brushes his lips, fingers tracing the ridges of his back before slipping lower. The water view behind them blurs into the kiss, their mouths locked while one guides the other’s hand to the thick, veined cock already straining against the fabric. The air smells of salt and damp earth as they work together, the outdoor light catching the sweat on Rudy’s chest as Oskar’s grip tightens.
