Dalton Briggs pins Allen King’s hips down while his blond mouth drags slow, deliberate laps over the tight ring of his asshole, fingers already buried deep inside. The dark-haired one arches beneath him, gripping the sheets as Dalton’s thick cock slams home with rough, unhurried force, the bed groaning under their weight. Allen’s breath hitches around Dalton’s wrist where he’s still sucking, teeth scraping just hard enough to make him whimper. The air thickens with the wet sounds of fingers, lips, and flesh slapping skin, no hesitation, just the push and pull of two bodies locked in.
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