Greg Riley’s red hair sweeps across the sheets as he pins Connor Taylor beneath him, his chest tattooed with ink that glints under the light, while Taylor’s shaved head rests against the pillow, his own inked arms gripping the sheets. Riley’s mouth seals over Taylor’s, tongue driving deep as fingers trail down his chest, then lower, pulling him into a slow, deliberate suck that leaves Taylor’s breath uneven. The bed creaks under their weight as Riley shifts, his grip tightening around Taylor’s hips, guiding him into the rhythm of the kiss.
