Connor Halstead’s broad, tattooed chest presses down as he pins Chandler Scott to the sheets, his grip tight around the smaller man’s hips while he drives in slow, deliberate strokes. Chandler’s fingers dig into the bedding as Connor’s beard scrapes his throat during deep, wet kisses, his tongue tracing the seam of his lips before pulling back to lick the salt from his skin. The air thickens when Connor’s fingers slide between Chandler’s legs, circling his hole before pushing inside, then shifts entirely as he flips them both, taking Chandler from behind with a rough, possessive grip on his waist.
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