Mateo Fernandez grips Zario Travezz’s hips hard as he drives deep, the bench’s cold metal biting into their backs while sweat drips between them. Zario’s tattooed side glistens under the gym lights as he takes every inch, his breath ragged against Mateo’s ear before he turns, tongue thick with the taste of cum still clinging to his lips. Fingers dig into thighs, a hand slides between legs, no lube, just, desperate friction, while Mateo’s other fist pumps his own cock, veins bulging as he watches Zario’s hole stretch around him. The weights clatter unused, the only sound the wet slap of skin and the groan of a man who’s been pushed past his limit.
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