Gustavo Cruz grips Sean Austin’s chest, his knuckles pressing into the star tattoo while Austin’s lips trail down his neck, teeth grazing the pulse. The bearded man’s fingers dig into muscle, pulling him closer as their mouths crash together, tongues tangled in a rough, open-mouthed kiss. A hand slides lower, fingers tracing the sharp lines of a chest tattoo before gripping harder, pulling Austin flush against him for another deep, wet suck on the throat.
