W.where there's smoke there's fire

Theo Brady and his dark-haired partner lie tangled together, the bearded one’s chest hair pressed against his skin as fingers dig into the asshole of the one on his back. Medical tape marks the skin where hands grip, holding them close while lips and tongues work between thighs. The muscular man beneath lets out a low groan as his hole is worked open, his fingers tracing the other’s chest before slipping inside.