Joshua Rodgers grips Danko Bell’s hips, fingers probing deep while the bearded man arches into the touch, his shirtless chest glistening with sweat against the rough grain of the wooden shutter. Danko’s lips part as Rodgers’ hand works, his dark hair falling forward to obscure the view of his hole, slick and ready. The two move without pause, one holding steady, the other lost in the rhythm of his own breath.
