Lucas Knowles and Tucker Scott

Lucas Knowles kneels before Tucker Scott, his mouth locked onto the other’s cock while his fingers probe the tight, untouched asshole, no prep, no hesitation. The lean, dark-haired man grips the blue container, sloshing its contents as Tucker arches into the deep, relentless suction, his own hands tangled in Lucas’s hair. The garage door looms behind them, indifferent to the way Lucas’s tongue traces the rim of that hole before diving back in, fingers curled inside. Tucker doesn’t move, just lets the pressure build, his cock throbbing against the wet heat of Lucas’s throat.