Paul and Tar

The bearded, tattooed man kneels behind the other, his fingers probing the tight hole while his lips pull at the stretched flesh, both of them gripping the sheets as the first wet sounds fill the room. The blond lies sprawled, legs spread wide, his asshole already slick from the tongue that’s already there before the hands take over, fingers twisting deep while the other man’s mouth works him open. They strip in place, the tattoos glistening under the light as one takes over the other’s position, teeth grazing the sensitive skin before the first thick thrust drives them both forward.