Sven Basquiat and Jens Christensen

Sven Basquiat’s beard scratches Jens Christensen’s throat as he grips his jaw, fingers already working the slick hole while the blond’s tongue drags deep into his mouth. Christensen moans around the suction, his hands tangled in Basquiat’s hair as the older man’s thumb presses hard against his ass. The bed creaks under them, but the only sound is the wet pop of lips and the rough rasp of breath.