The bearded man kneels on the rooftop, his muscular frame bent over as the blond shoves his face into his asshole, fingers already working inside while the third man watches, his dark hair catching the light. The blond grips the bearded one’s hips, pulling him back hard as his tongue swipes over slick flesh, the buildings in the distance framing the, unfiltered thrust of his cock into that tight, gripping heat. Dylan’s hands dig into the shaved head’s shoulders, holding him steady as Zak’s fingers twist deeper, the air thick with the sound of wet, desperate breathing.
