Niko Blade and Steve Spy

Niko Blade grips Steve Spy’s hips hard, his shaved head close enough to feel the rough stubble of the beard pressing into his neck as he slams into him from behind. Steve’s dark hair is slick with sweat, his muscular back flexing as Niko drives deeper, fingers digging into his waist while his own cock jerks fast, thick ropes of cum already streaking the wooden stool. The bar’s edge cuts into Steve’s stomach as Niko fingers his hole, rough and relentless, the sound of wet slaps and choked breaths filling the room.