Tom Long grips Sam Bishop’s hips, his tattooed forearms flexing as he pulls him closer for a rough kiss while Bishop kneels, his own inked shoulders straining against the pressure. The blond’s fingers dig into the shaved head, guiding his mouth down to Sam’s throat before his lips seal around the thick cock, teeth grazing the shaft. Their hands move fast, one gripping the base, the other tracing the other’s ribs, the air thick with the sound of wet suction and the slap of skin.
