Raf Koons grips Tom Rogers’ hips as the cold spray of the hose cuts through the steam, his dark hair slick against his shoulders while Rogers bends low, his smooth, muscular back flexing as he braces for the next thrust. The water pounds between them, but neither flinches, Raf’s fingers dig into the asshole he’s already worked open, then his cock slides in hard, stretching it wider with every slow, deliberate pull. The hose hisses behind them, turning the shower into a relentless rhythm, each jet marking the skin where Raf’s teeth graze the nape of Rogers’ neck before his mouth seals over the asshole, tongue lashing deep as fingers probe again.
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