Erik Finnegan’s dark hair frames his face as Patrik Ekberg’s tongue traces slow, deliberate circles around his lips, fingers gripping his jaw just hard enough to keep him still. The close-up captures the wet, hungry press of lips against skin, the way Patrik’s beard scratches against Erik’s chin as he pulls back just long enough to let the tip of his tongue dart out, teasing. Their bodies are close enough to feel the heat of each other’s breath, the sharp inhale when Patrik’s mouth seals back over Erik’s mouth, swallowing his gasp.
