William Seed grips Theo Brady’s dark hair, fingers tangled in the thick strands as he jerks off hard, his muscular frame leaning forward with controlled force. The tattooed skin of his back flexes under the light, every stroke deliberate as he guides Theo’s head down, his own fist moving fast. Theo braces himself, one hand pressed to his forehead while Seed’s grip never loosens, the rhythm sharp and unrelenting.
