Enrique Vera pins Steve Harrelson down, his dark hair framing a broad, sweat-slicked chest as he drives into him with rough, unrelenting strokes. Steve grips the sheets, his own muscles straining as fingers tease his hole before the blunt, relentless thrusts begin. The bed creaks under their weight, the air thick with the sounds of wet suction and the slap of flesh against flesh.
