Welsey Kincaid pins Eli down while his lips drag across the other’s throat, fingers already working the tight hole with slow, deliberate pressure. The dark-haired, muscular man beneath him grips the sheets, his body arched up as Kincaid’s mouth seals over his cock, swallowing hard. Eli’s breath hitches as two fingers curl inside him, stretching with a rhythm that matches the deep, wet suction. The bed creaks under their weight, the only sound the wet slap of tongue against skin and the muffled groan from the one being taken.
