Darius Soli stretches over Dylan Roberts, his dark hair framing the grip of his fingers as they work Dylan’s hole open, while Roberts kneels behind him, tongue deep in his ass. The blond’s smooth, muscular back arches under the pressure of Soli’s mouth, his own fingers slick with precome as he guides Roberts’ cock into his tight grip. The bed creaks beneath them, the only sound the wet slap of skin and the rough exhale of Dylan’s breath when Soli finally takes him from behind, his thighs trembling against the sheets.
