Xanter Lach, bearded and broad-shouldered, grips Leo Cooper’s hips while his fingers slide deep into the smaller man’s tight hole, his knuckles slick with spit. Leo, smooth-skinned and lean, arches beneath him as Lach’s cock presses against his entrance, the two of them already naked by the time the bed creaks under their weight. His mouth seals over Leo’s, swallowing his gasps as fingers curl inside, then the thick head of Lach’s cock pushes past resistance, stretching him open. Leo’s hands grip the sheets, his breath ragged as Lach’s rhythm turns rough, his own fist pumping faster around his cock, the two of them lost in the wet, bruising thrusts.
