Jacob Peterson leans against the sink, his dark hair damp from the shower, while the other man kneels behind him, tongue deep in his asshole. Muscles ripple as the standing one grips the counter, his clean-shaven jaw tight with need. Hands slide over wet skin, fingers tracing the curve of a hip before pulling him back into a kiss, then the kneeling one drops to his knees again, mouth locked on the exposed hole. By the end, both are naked, pressed together under the steam, one’s arms wrapped tight around the other’s waist as the sink bears their weight.
