James King and Nathan Dale

James King’s broad, tattooed chest presses into Nathan Dale’s smooth back as he grips his ass, fingers probing deep before his mouth seals around the hole. The lean, dark-haired man beneath lets out a sharp breath as King’s tongue works the tight ring, his own cock slick with spit as Dale takes him slow, teeth scraping just enough to make it burn. Hands grip thighs, pulling them wide, while the other man’s beard brushes against skin as he sucks hard, the wet sounds of lips and fingers working in unison filling the air.