Cliff leans against the wall, his dark hair smooth and his muscles tight, while the light-haired man kneels between his spread legs, fingers already tracing the seam of his ass. The wooden beams behind them frame the way Rick’s hands grip Cliff’s hips, pulling him closer as his mouth opens over the other’s. Another Rick stands just out of frame, his presence thick in the air between them, his own fingers already working at the first man’s hole.
