Blain O'Connor and Brock Kniles

Blain O’Connor grips Brock Kniles’ hips as he slams into him, the military uniform creased from sweat and the American flag blurred behind them. Brock’s tattooed chest rises with every thrust, his fingers tangled in Blain’s dark hair as he sucks hard on his cock, then fingers his own hole until it’s slick. The air thickens with the sound of skin slapping, the uniform’s buttons undone, the flag forgotten as Blain’s grip tightens on his waist.