Cliff Jensen and Sebastian Keys

Cliff Jensen’s tattooed, shaved head leans forward as he grips himself hard, his knuckles white against his thick cock, while Sebastian Keys watches from behind him, muscles flexing in the low light. The chair creaks under his weight as he shifts, fingers working fast, the bookshelf’s shadow stretching long across the wall. Neither hesitates, just, unfiltered strokes, the kind that leave no room for anything but the sound of skin and the wet slap of his palm.