Cole Streets and Mike Dreyden

Cole Streets kneels on the edge of the bed, his dark hair falling forward as he grips his cock hard enough to make his chest hair bristle with tension. Mike Dreyden watches from behind, his own hands already slick with pre-cum, the weight of his body leaning in just enough to make the air between them thick with anticipation. The bed dips under their combined pressure, the sheets rumpled from earlier use, as Cole’s grip tightens and his breath comes faster.