Elijah Young and Ryan Olsen

Elijah Young’s hands grip Ryan Olsen’s hips as he kneels behind him, fingers probing deep into his asshole while the blond’s smooth, slim body arches under the pressure. The portable massage table creaks as Elijah’s tongue traces the tight ring of Ryan’s hole, then pulls back to lap at his ass crack, the rough rock beneath them adding texture to every touch. Ryan moans into the kiss of another man’s mouth, his fingers tangled in the brown hair of the one massaging his back, the air thick with the scent of sweat and need. They don’t stop until Elijah’s cock, bare, thick, slides home, the first thrust hard enough to make Ryan’s toes curl into the uneven ground.