The bearded man grips Cole’s shoulders, his fingers digging into the smooth skin as he slams his mouth down hard enough to make the dark hair on his chest ripple. Aleck stands still, his muscular back arched just enough to let the other man’s tongue drag slow circles over his throat before he turns, pressing his own lips against the camera lens, then back to Cole’s mouth, teeth catching his lower lip. The air smells like sweat and sun, and the only thing between them is the way the blond’s hand slides down to grip Cole’s ass, fingers curling into the tight muscle.
