The tattooed, dark-haired man on top drives his cock deep into Lance Bast’s ass while his fingers probe his hole, the slick sound of flesh meeting flesh cutting through the air. Alex Page’s muscular frame bends over him, his smooth jawline pressed against the other’s neck as he sucks hard, teeth scraping just enough to make the grip tighter. The bed creaks under their weight, the angle sharp enough to show every thrust, every pull-back, the way Bast’s fingers dig into the sheets as he takes it.
