Gabriel Fisk grips Issac Jones’ shoulders while his tongue traces the dark ink on his neck, the other man’s breath hot against his skin as he pulls him closer. His muscular arms flex as he guides Jones’ head down, fingers tangling in the dark hair at the base of his throat while he takes him deep. Jones moans around the thick cock, his own tattooed biceps straining as he works Fisk’s length with slow, deliberate strokes.
