Hans Berlin kneels behind Adrian Suarez, gripping his hips as he drives into him with slow, deliberate thrusts while the blond’s fingers dig into the sheets. Suarez’s mouth wraps around Hans’s cock, his tongue tracing the underside as the dark-haired man’s grip tightens on his waist. The air hums with the wet sound of lips and the rhythmic slap of flesh against skin, the bed shifting under their weight.
