Marcel Gassion and Raphael Nyon stand back-to-back, their broad shoulders pressed together as one grips the other’s hips, fingers digging into smooth skin. The blond’s head tilts forward, lips parting for the bearded man’s tongue, which slides deep into his throat with deliberate force. Sunlight filters through the trees, but the only light matters is the way Gassion’s throat bobs when Nyon pulls back just enough to let the air rush in before swallowing him again.
