Fist for Hire 2

Chris Ward doesn’t waste time. He drives his fist straight into Rob Edwards’ hole, and Edwards takes it without flinching. He knows the rhythm Ward wants, and Ward works that rhythm hard. Sweat mixes with leather as the older man twists and pumps, each thrust shaking the younger man’s frame. Hair spills over Ward’s knuckles, ink stretches across Edwards’ back, and the slap of skin against skin grows louder. Ward switches to short, brutal punches that knock the air out of Edwards’ lungs, yet the bottom pushes back for another round. Breath hisses through clenched teeth. Every inch Ward gives is taken without hesitation, and every inch Edwards gives draws another harder thrust in return.