Casey Jacks grips Will Braun’s hips from behind, his fingers digging into the taut muscle while Braun leans forward, glasses slipping down his nose as he braces himself against the bed’s striped sheets. The blond’s ass flexes under Casey’s grip, the dark-haired one’s breath hitching as he tilts his head back, exposing the corded neck Casey traces with his thumb. Braun’s hands clench the sheets, knuckles white, as Casey’s mouth hovers just above the slope of his shoulder.
