Detained Fox rimmed by an old jailer

The older man’s thick fingers spread the younger’s ass wide while his tongue drags slow, deliberate circles around the tight rim, the green pants pooling around his knees as he bends low. The younger stays still, arms locked behind him, his bare chest rising with shallow breaths as the older’s grip never loosens, his white shirt untucked but otherwise untouched. The only sound is the wet slap of tongue against skin, the older’s jaw working hard as he holds the younger’s hips just right, no rush, just the slow, unhurried work of a man who knows exactly how to make this hurt.