Tomas Dicastro’s tattooed, muscular frame pins Igor Romani against the sheets while his lips crash into a bruising kiss, fingers digging into the darker-haired man’s back as he pulls him closer. Romani stands rigid, his own inked arms wrapped tight around Tomas’s waist, gripping the solid muscle that holds him down. The bed creaks under their weight as one forces the other deeper into the kiss, teeth clashing in the heat of it.
