Logan Rogue pins Dakota Payne against the couch, his fingers digging into the slim man’s waist as he crushes their mouths together, while Max Arion leans in from behind, his beard scraping Dakota’s neck. Ken Summers watches from the couch’s edge, his muscular arms folded as he traces a slow line down Dakota’s spine, fingers pausing just above the waistband. The four press close, breath ragged, the only sound the wet slap of lips and the low, guttural groan Logan pulls from Dakota’s throat.
