A night in the barracks

Felix Bonnet and Bautista Nores lie bound on a bed, one’s wrists secured by a strap as Rene Sava kneels between them, his tongue tracing the tight ring of the first while the other watches, fingers already probing the slicked heat of his ass. The dark-haired, clean-shaven man on top drives deep with slow, deliberate thrusts, his grip tight on the hips of the one below, while the third watches, his own cock already flushed and heavy with need. No barriers between them, just raw, unbroken force and the sharp, unfiltered hunger of men who know exactly what they’re doing.