Peter Abbott grips James Huck’s hips hard, his knuckles white as he slams into him from behind, the couch creaking under their weight. Huck’s dark hair falls forward, obscuring his face as Abbott’s fingers dig into his shoulders, holding him still for each brutal thrust. The doorway behind them frames the scene, but the only thing that matters is the way Abbott’s body arches over Huck’s, his breath ragged with each drive.
