Myles Landon, broad-chested and inked across his ribs, grips Zane Anders’ hips while the slim, blond man arches into his grip, his knuckles flexing as he guides himself into Zane’s tight hole. The bed’s edge cuts into Zane’s back as Myles drives deeper, his tattooed chest glistening with sweat, while Zane’s fingers dig into the sheets, his breath ragged. The blond’s cock swells against Zane’s ass, each thrust pulling a choked gasp from Zane’s throat.
