Nash Lawler and Phenix Saint

Nash Lawler pins Phenix Saint to the locker room floor, his tattooed arms flexing as he wrestles the other man’s hips into submission. Phenix gasps between kisses, his fingers digging into Nash’s shoulders while the blond’s mouth trails down his spine, licking the sweat from his neck before his tongue finds the tight ring of his asshole. Straps bite into their thighs as Nash flips him onto his stomach, the red gear securing Phenix’s wrists while his hole is stretched open, first by Nash’s fingers, then by the thick, relentless thrusts that leave him trembling.