Tomas Brand pins Manuel Reyes down with his weight, his dark hair falling forward as he grips the sheets, while Manuel’s muscular frame arches beneath him, his hole already slick from Tomas’s fingers. The blond’s mouth seals over Manuel’s neck, teeth grazing skin as he works his tongue deep into the darker man’s throat, fingers slipping inside with deliberate pressure. Tomas’s grip tightens on Manuel’s hips, pulling him up just enough to line himself up before driving forward with a single, hard thrust.
