Kurt Maddox grips Lucius York’s hips as he pins him to the bed, his beard rough against the smooth skin of his throat while York’s fingers dig into the sheets. The dark-haired man arches beneath him, his slim body trembling as Maddox’s weight presses down, the only sound the wet slap of skin meeting skin. York’s hand lingers on his own crotch, fingers tracing the outline of his cock before Maddox takes over, his grip hard enough to bruise. The bed creaks under them, the sheets tangled as Maddox works him open.
