Jack Andy grips Tony Lazzari’s hips as he pins him to the bench, his own muscles straining against the weight of the moment, Tony’s fingers digging into the bench’s edge while Jack’s tongue works deep into his throat. The gym’s equipment looms behind them, unused but heavy with the weight of their bodies, as Jack’s hand slides between Tony’s legs, fingers finding the tight heat of his ass. Tony moans around Jack’s mouth, his back arching as Jack’s grip tightens, pulling him closer for the slow, deliberate suck that leaves Tony’s breath ragged.
