Antony Lorca and Niall Morris

Antony Lorca’s beard scrapes Niall Morris’s chest as he licks the sweat from his skin, fingers already probing the tight hole of his bent-over body. The blond lies sprawled on his back, mouth open for the first drag of Lorca’s tongue down his throat, while the bearded man kneels behind, tongue swirling around his asshole before slipping inside. Both men move with controlled urgency, the bed creaking under their weight as Lorca’s grip tightens on Niall’s hips.