Johnny Rapid grips Brandon Cody’s hips hard while he rides him deep, the blond’s knuckles white against the dark hair framing a sweat-slicked chest. Brandon Cody arches back, his muscular frame straining as Rapid’s fingers dig into his waist, holding him exactly where he wants him. The couch creaks under their weight, the leather worn smooth from use, as Rapid’s other hand slides down to grip Cody’s ass, pulling him forward with a rough, possessive grip.
