Jon Janes grips Jacob Richards’ hips as he drives deep, his dark hair framing a face locked in sharp focus while Richards kneels, fingers already working his hole open. The red wall behind them cuts through the scene like a brand, one man’s weight pressing down as the other takes every thrust, teeth sinking into skin as they move. Jon’s muscles ripple with each pull, his grip never loosening as Jacob’s breath hitches between moans.
