Henrik Bjorn pins Benoit Ulliel’s wrists above his head while his lips drag slow, wet trails down the other man’s throat, fingers already working the tight hole with deliberate pressure. Ulliel arches into the touch, his breath hitching as Bjorn’s tongue traces the rim before diving in, the suction sharp and unrelenting. The bed creaks under them as Bjorn shifts, his weight pinning Ulliel’s hips down while his own mouth seals over the other’s ass, licking deep with a rhythm that matches the fingers still probing inside.
