Lior Hod fucks Jack Flynn

Lior Hod grips the barbell with sweat-slicked hands while Jack Flynn braces himself on the bench, his muscles straining under the neon green shirt as they lock eyes before the first rep. The weight presses down hard, their bodies pressed together in the gym’s dim light, hands gripping each other’s shoulders as Lior drives the bar into the rack with a sharp exhale. Between sets, their mouths crash together, tongues tangling over the taste of effort, while Flynn’s breath huffs against Lior’s neck.