Archie Hunt and Ivan Saboda

Archie Hunt’s blond hair brushes Ivan Saboda’s lips as his fingers trace the other’s smooth, slim waist, fingers digging into the blue shirt’s fabric. They press together against the bookshelf, mouths locked while Saboda’s hands grip tighter, pulling Hunt closer. The only sound is the wet slap of their kiss, the way Hunt’s body arches into Saboda’s touch.