Greyson Kent’s beard brushes Seth Clancy’s mouth as he grips his jaw, fingers already working inside his hole while the other man’s lips seal around his cock. The blond’s muscles ripple under his grip, his tongue tracing the seam of Seth’s lips before he pulls back, only to watch Greyson’s hand slide deeper. Their bodies press together on the couch, the bearded man’s breath ragged as his fingers curl, preparing the way.
