Massimo Piano kneels with his bearded jaw tight, gripping the edge of the bed as Hector De Silva’s hands spread his thighs open, no hesitation, just the weight of his fingers digging into the flesh. The dark hair on his chest brushes the sheets while Hector’s mouth seals over his hole, the suction sharp enough to make the muscles clench. His knuckles whiten as he braces, the only sound the wet, rhythmic pull of tongue against skin.
