Strong suit - part 3

Drew Valentino pins Allen King down on the couch, his bearded jaw locked over the other’s mouth as fingers probe deep inside. The clean-shaven man arches beneath him, gripping the fabric of his suit as Drew’s tongue slips past lips still slick with earlier licks. A handkerchief clutches Allen’s wrist, muffling his gasps as Drew shifts, the zipper of his trousers parting with deliberate slowness before the first thick thrust drives them both into the couch.