Adam Russo grips Drake Rogers by the hips, his tattooed arms flexing as they lean over the balcony railing, the city lights blurring behind them. Drake’s dark hair falls forward while Russo’s beard brushes his neck, their mouths locked in a deep, open-mouthed kiss. The muscular, bearded man pins the clean-shaven one against the glass, fingers digging into his waist as they press together.
