Watch: When The Sun Hits, part 2

Dustin Holloway’s beard presses into Teddy Torres’s neck as he grips his shoulders, fingers digging into muscle while their mouths crash together. The clean-shaven one’s tongue forces its way past lips, teeth scraping just hard enough to make the dark-haired one’s breath hitch. Hands roam, one dragging down a chest, the other slipping between thighs, already slick with need. The bed creaks under their weight as the dominant one pins him down, the embrace turning rough, possessive.