Maori Mortensen pins Steve Peyroux’s hips down with one hand while his tongue circles the tight ring of his asshole, fingers already working inside. The dark-haired, tattooed man drives into him hard, his muscles straining as Steve grips the pillow beneath him, mouth open in a silent gasp. The air thickens with the wet slap of flesh, his fingers curling deeper as Maori’s grip tightens, holding him still for the next thrust.
