Julian Tomlinson and Thomas Fiaty

Julian Tomlinson grips Thomas Fiaty’s hips while his tongue traces the other’s neck, the lean bodies pressed close against a rough wooden surface. His fingers slide deep into Fiaty’s hole as the blond leans back, mouth open in a silent demand for more. The air hums with the wet sound of Julian’s lips sealing around Fiaty’s cock, the grip of his hand tight enough to make the other’s breath hitch. Bareback, they move without hesitation, the only limit the way their bodies lock together.