Let's get naked outside

Two tattooed, clean-shaven men in boxing gloves press their mouths together, tongues tangled as one grips the other’s wrist, muscles flexing under the leather. The city hums behind them, but all you see is the way the blond’s fingers dig into the bearded one’s shoulder while he takes his cock deep, the gloves forgotten. The air smells like sweat and oil, and the only sound is the wet, rhythmic pull of a throat swallowing hard.