Johnny Rapid and Cameron Kincade

Johnny Rapid grips Cameron Kincade’s hips as he pins him to the desk, his fingers digging into the lean, clean-shaven jaw while the other man’s mouth seals over his cock, thick, flushed, already leaking. Cameron straddles the couch later, his dark hair falling forward as Rapid’s tongue traces the tight ring of his asshole before two fingers split him open, his own fist working over his own cock on the chair beside him. The desk stays between them, a silent witness to the way Rapid’s cock slides home in one brutal thrust, the sound of flesh meeting flesh sharp and unfiltered.