Pip Caulfield and Jim Durden kneel on the bed, one’s fingers working the other’s tight hole while the mirror reflects the slick, deliberate motion. Elio Chalamet stands between them, his mouth locked around a thick cock as the other pulls his head down for a rough, open-mouthed kiss. The air hums with the wet sounds of suction and the slow, deliberate stretch of a finger pushing deeper.












































