Val Horner, Damien Dreik and Chris Fox

Val Horner lies spread-eagled on the bed while Damien Dreik and Chris Fox strip him bare, their hands rough with anticipation as they tease his hole with fingers slicked from his own spit. Damien’s beard scrapes his ribs as he presses a kiss to his throat, then pulls back to watch Chris Fox’s tongue drag slow circles over Val’s chest before diving between his lips for a deep, unhurried facial. The air hums with the sound of latex-free cocks sliding home, one thick, one stocky, both men moving in sync as Val’s back arches, his breath hitching around the first hard thrust. Balloons burst in the corner, forgotten, as the three disappear into the wet, unguarded heat of it.