Elder Ormande kneels with his shirt open, the tie loosened around his neck while the other man grips his lapels, fingers tracing the fabric as they press their mouths together. The slim, clean-shaven man in the suit leans in, his breath warm against Ormande’s parted lips, one hand already sliding under the unbuttoned shirt to pull taut skin over his ribs. The scene moves from the kiss to the hands, one gripping the tie, the other pulling the shirt wide, exposing the smooth chest beneath.
