Fucked by security guard

Two men in uniform, one clean-shaven with dark hair, the other broad-shouldered and tattooed, rip off their shirts mid-conversation, badges clutched in their hands. The bearded guard pins the other down with a smirk, fingers already undoing his belt as the slim one laughs, hands wandering under the fabric. What starts as a playful tug-of-war ends with both stripped bare, the power shift as clear as the way the first man’s grip tightens around the second’s wrist.