Buddy Davis pins Alexander Greene’s hips down on the couch, his dark hair slicked back as he grips the back of his head while Greene’s fingers dig into the cushions. One hand traces the tight lines of his stomach, the other guides Buddy’s cock deep into his mouth, the rhythm rough and unapologetic. When Greene flips onto his back, Buddy straddles him, his own cock throbbing as he works it with a tight fist, the two bodies moving in sync, one sucking, one fucking, both lost in the weight of their own hands.
