Angelo slams Trenton face-down over the couch, fingers biting into his hips as he rips off his jeans. Trenton gasps, ass already flushed, as Angelo’s thumb teases his hole before slamming in. "Bad boy," Angelo growls, driving his cock in slow, brutal strokes. The couch groans under them, sweat and leather filling the air. Trenton claws at the cushions, back arching as Angelo fucks him harder, each thrust sending waves through them. When Angelo’s grip turns bruising, Trenton comes with a choked cry, his body squeezing Angelo dry. They collapse together, panting, the aftershocks still shaking between them.
