Ollie Versace and Michael Jackman stand over a man with dark hair, his smooth, defined muscles flexing as they take turns gripping his hips. One pins him down while the other drives into him hard, the rhythm sharp and relentless, the other’s bearded jaw tight with focus. Their hands leave marks on his skin, one tattooed, one calloused, while he braces against the force, his body stretched between them.
