Manuel Skye grips Liam Emerson’s shoulder as they press together, his tattoos tracing the lean muscle of his chest against the darker ink of Emerson’s arms. The blond’s hands slide down, fingers digging into the taut skin of his partner’s back while their mouths crash into a deep, open kiss. Emerson’s body leans into the hold, his own inked forearms flexing as he pulls Skye closer, their breath ragged against each other’s skin.
