Two broad-shouldered men stand on the wet sand, their slicked skin glistening under the sun as they grip each other’s hips, one with a tight, inked forearm, the other with a beard dusting his jaw. The blond’s fingers dig into the rock behind him while the dark-haired one bends low, his mouth already on the first stretch of warm flesh, tongue tracing the seam of his partner’s ass. The tide laps at their feet as the bearded man pulls back just enough to shove his hips forward, the red shorts riding up to expose the thick ridge straining against the fabric.
