Ryan St Michael’s broad chest presses down as he pins Harrison Todd beneath him, his clean-shaven jaw close enough to taste the salt on his neck while his fingers dig into the lean, muscular back. Harrison’s hole clenches around Ryan’s thick cock as he takes every inch, his dark hair slick with spit and the wet sounds of his tongue working Ryan’s asshole. The bed creaks under their weight, the only movement the way Ryan’s hips drive forward, each thrust pulling a sharp gasp from Harrison’s throat.
