The bearded man presses his smooth chest against the cool blue tiles while the blond leans back, his fingers tracing the dark hair along his partner’s arm as they balance on the poolside. One grips the edge with a grip that shows his muscles, the other bends just enough to let his tongue slide over the slick skin of his throat. The water’s edge blurs their reflections, but their hands never stop, one pulls, the other holds, their bodies angled just right for the next move.
