Mateo Fernandez kneels between Jacob’s spread legs, his fingers probing the tight hole while his tongue laps at the slick entrance, no hesitation, just the rough, deliberate work of stretching and teasing. The bed dips under Jacob’s weight as Mateo’s grip tightens, his own dark hair falling forward to obscure the focus, leaving only the glistening fingers and the slow, relentless pressure of his mouth. Red pillows bite into Jacob’s back, marking the angle where Mateo works, his breath hot against the skin as he shifts between licking and fingering, never letting up.
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