Adam Franco pins Jj George down, his graying hair framing a broad chest as he presses his weight into the mattress, while Jj’s dark, smooth skin glistens under the light. Franco’s beard scrapes against George’s throat as he grips his shoulders, fingers digging into muscle before sliding lower, tracing the sharp lines of his back. George arches into the touch, his body coiled tight beneath the dominant weight, the only sound the rasp of breath and the wet slap of lips meeting. Franco’s grip tightens, pulling George’s head up just enough to claim his mouth before the first thrust drives them both deeper into the bed.
