Ivo Kerk’s tattooed, dark-haired frame towers over Ted Glen as he pins him to the couch, his grip tight around the smaller man’s waist while their mouths crash together. Ted’s clean-shaven jaw trembles under the pressure, his muscular body locked in submission as Ivo’s dominant hold never wavers. The bedroom’s yellow couch becomes their stage, the only sound the, unfiltered thrust of their kiss.
