Overdrive - part 2

Lawson James kneels on the bench while Timothy Chance stands over him, his beard rough against Lawson’s neck as he grips his hips and drives into him hard. The tattoos on Timothy’s arms flex as he slams down, his hairy chest pressed against Lawson’s back, while Lawson’s fingers dig into the bench, his own hole stretched wide, slick with saliva and oil. The locker room hums with the wet sounds of sucking and the sharp gasps of rimming, the air thick with the scent of sweat and musk.