Alex Mecum grips Brandon Cody’s hips, his fingers digging into the lean muscle as Cody arches into the couch, ass raised for the first thrust. The blond stands behind him, cock thick and flushed, while Cody’s mouth wraps around the other’s wrist, teeth grazing the knuckles as Mecum slams into him. A hand slides between their bodies, fingers slick with precome, tracing the tight ring before Mecum’s hips snap forward again, the armrest biting into Cody’s chest as he takes every inch.
