Tim Law grips Greg Noll’s hips as he pulls him closer, their mouths locked in a rough, open-mouthed kiss while Law’s fingers dig into the smooth, muscular back beneath his black shirt. Noll arches into the pressure, his slim frame bare as they strip away layers until nothing remains but skin and the desperate, tangled way their bodies press together. The red wall behind them stays silent, but the way Law’s grip tightens on Noll’s waist tells you exactly who’s in control.
