Viktor Burek and Alan Carly

Viktor Burek’s hands knead Alan Carly’s broad shoulders with deep, deliberate pressure, the oil slicking his skin as the stocky man lies face-down, muscles tensing under the firm strokes. Burek’s dark hair contrasts with Carly’s lighter skin as he shifts to Alan’s lower back, fingers digging into the thick flesh of his thighs while Carly exhales through gritted teeth. The oil glistens as Burek rolls his palms over Alan’s buttocks, then sinks his thumbs into the soft flesh of his feet, the stocky man’s grip tightening around the edge of the bed.