The bearded man with the dark hair and smooth chest pins the other against the rocks, his fingers digging into the broad shoulders as the blond’s lips crash down. They grind together hard, the wet heat of their bodies slick with sweat and need, one gripping the other’s ass while the dark-haired one flips them both onto the damp stones. The water laps close, but neither pulls away, just the rough press of skin, the way the blond’s hands claw at the rock face above him as the bearded one drives into him.
