Arad Winwin’s beard scrapes Bar Addison’s chest as he pins him against the wall, fingers digging into his shoulders while their tongues clash in a rough, open-mouthed kiss. Addison’s hands grip Winwin’s waist, nails biting into his tight abs as he arches into the pressure, his breath ragged against the other’s neck. The blond’s grip tightens, pulling Addison’s head back just enough to deepen the kiss before his lips trail down to the pulse in his throat.
