Viktor Rom’s beard scrapes against Isaac X’s jaw as he pins him down, his tattooed arms locking around the smaller man’s waist while Igor Lucios watches from behind, fingers already tangled in Isaac’s hair. The three move together in the shade of the plants, lips crushing hard, teeth grazing as Viktor’s grip tightens around Isaac’s hips. Lucios leans in, his own mouth finding the nape of Isaac’s neck, pulling just enough to make the smaller man arch into the pressure.
