Rick Fantana grips Jacob Peterson’s wrist, fingers digging into his hairy forearm as he pulls him closer, their mouths locked in a rough, open-mouthed kiss. The blond’s muscular chest presses against the dark-haired one’s back, his hands sliding down to grip Peterson’s ass, fingers curling into the tight flesh. Both sit on the edge of the bed, Jacob’s head tilted back, Rick’s breath hot against his neck as he guides his own hand between his thighs.
