Nicco Sky grips Romeo Alfonso’s hips as he pins him against the brick wall, his dark hair falling forward while Romeo’s smooth, muscular chest presses into the rough stone. The orange shirt rides up, exposing a slick trail of pre-cum as Nicco’s fingers dig into his waist, pulling him flush for a deep, open-mouthed kiss. Romeo’s hands grip Nicco’s shoulders, his own body angled just right to let the air cool the damp spot between his legs.
