Heath Jordan and Conner Habib

Heath Jordan’s tattooed arms flex as he pins Conner Habib down, his clean-shaven jaw locked over the other’s throat while fingers probe the tight asshole. The military uniform’s stiff collar digs in as Heath’s tongue traces the crack, then replaces it with a strap-wrapped bottle, the pressure building before his knuckles split the slick hole open. Conner’s hands grip the sheets as Heath’s cock swells beside him, the air thick with the scent of sweat and the wet slap of fingers working deeper.