Adam Archuleta pins Maori Mortensen’s hips down while Antony Lorca kneels between his thighs, his tongue tracing the tight ring of his hole before slipping inside. Archuleta’s grip tightens as Lorca works his fingers deep, the bed creaking under their weight. Mortensen arches his back, his dark hair splayed across the sheets as Archuleta leans in to seal their mouths together.
