Diego Sans grips Daxx Carter’s waist with a tattooed chest pressed tight, their lips locked in a deep, open-mouthed kiss while Carter’s hands dig into his shoulders. The blond stands firm, his body angled just right as Sans leans in, tongue sweeping hard against his mouth. Their embrace is rough, hands gripping muscle and skin, no hesitation, just the force of their mouths and the way Carter’s fingers claw into Sans’s back.
