Felix Fox and Slim Saint stand side by side at the sink, their broad shoulders straining against tight shirts as Felix grips the faucet, water sluicing over his knuckles. Slim leans in, his mouth opening just enough to let the stream hit his tongue before he turns, pressing his ass against the counter while Felix’s fingers trace the wet lines of his crack. The sink fills with suds as one washes, the other watches, both knowing exactly what’s next.
