Jacob Moon’s dark hair falls over his face as Danny Bianchi’s fingers dig into his asshole, the blindfold muffling every sound but the wet, rhythmic thrusts of his tongue against the tight ring. Bianchi grips Moon’s hips, pulling him closer as his own cock twitches, forgotten for now, while Moon’s lips seal around the other man’s shaft, teeth scraping just enough to make Bianchi’s breath hitch. The bed creaks under their weight, the sheets tangled around their thighs as Bianchi’s fingers slide deeper, circling the puckered entrance before pressing inside.
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