Seal Team Sex, part 3

Zeus Michaels grips Roman Todd’s hips as he drives into his asshole with the precision of a trained operator, the bed creaking under their weight while a stethoscope rests forgotten between them. Roman’s tattooed arm braces against the medical chart as Zeus fingers his hole, then pulls back to lick the tight ring before taking him again, his own fist working his cock in time. The room smells of antiseptic and sweat, the only sounds the wet slap of flesh and Roman’s breath ragged against the sheets.