Extreme Measures

In the dim basement shadows, Dan Anders pins Logan Reed against the rough concrete wall. Their breaths mingle, hot and urgent. Dan's hands roam, gripping Logan's hips with a possessive hunger. Logan arches, his fingers tangling in Dan's hair, pulling him closer. Lips crash together—fierce, demanding. Dan drops to his knees, unzipping Logan with deliberate slowness, then takes him deep into his mouth. Logan gasps, thrusting forward, the slick heat building. Sweat slicks their skin as Dan works him relentlessly, fingers teasing lower, probing. Logan shudders, spilling with a low groan, but Dan isn't done. He rises, spins Logan around, and drives in hard, their bodies slamming in raw rhythm—flesh on flesh, unyielding desire echoing in the dark.