Kuper and Sean Ford press their smooth, muscular bodies together on a couch beneath dappled greenery, their dark hair framing the way Kuper’s fingers slide deep into Sean’s hole while he grips the back of his neck, tongue thick with need. Sean’s chest rises fast as Kuper’s mouth seals over his, teeth scraping just enough to make the air leave his lungs in a sharp exhale. The couch creaks under them, but neither moves, just the way their bodies lock, skin slick with sweat, as fingers work in tandem to pull them closer.
