Brice Carson kneels with his ass raised, his hole wet and open as the other man’s tongue drags slow circles around it, fingers already pushing deep inside. The clean-shaven one grips his hips hard, pulling him back while his mouth seals over the tight ring, teeth grazing just enough to make him gasp. Hands grip thighs, nails digging in as the tongue works the puckered entrance, then slips inside, stretching him open before the first thick finger curls against his prostate. No words, just the wet sounds of lips and the sharp inhale of air when the other man finally lines up and drives in.
