Kane O’Farrell’s gloved fingers stretch Misha Dante’s hole open while his mouth seals over the other’s, teeth grazing the tattooed skin of his throat, both men locked in a rough, unbroken rhythm against the bare wall. The blond’s grip is bruising as he guides his own cock into Dante’s mouth, the dark-haired one’s fingers working deeper, his knuckles slick with spit. No hesitation, no softness, just the wet, relentless pull of a man who takes what he wants.
