Tristan Hunter’s dark hair falls over his broad shoulders as he braces himself on the edge of a surface, his muscles taut beneath taut skin, while Steven Lee stands behind him, gripping the back of his thighs in a grip that doesn’t let go. The air hums with the weight of what’s coming next, one hand already sliding down to part him, fingers already finding the slick heat between his cheeks. No words, just the slow, deliberate press of a cock pushing into his asshole, stretching him open with every inch.
