Pierce Paris kneels with his bearded, tattooed chest pressed against Teo Carter’s muscular thighs while Teo grips his own cock, thick and flushed, as Pierce’s lips seal around the head. Teo’s fingers dig into the chair’s edge as Pierce’s tongue traces the underside, then slips inside, his own asshole already slick from Teo’s probing fingers. When Teo finally drives into him, the chair creaks under the weight of their thrusts, the air thick with the sound of skin slapping and Teo’s breath ragged against Pierce’s neck.
