Freddie Daze, broad-shouldered and inked from knuckles to collarbone, pins Ben Masters beneath him with a grip that leaves no doubt, his beard rough against the clean-shaven jaw as he drives into him hard. Ben’s chest rises with every thrust, his tattoos darkening under the pressure of Freddie’s hands, while their mouths crash together, teeth clashing as Freddie’s weight pins him down. The bed creaks behind them, but neither moves until the last, shuddering breath.
