Justin Tiempo’s beard brushes against Jamie Kelvin’s chest as he latches onto his mouth, fingers already slipping inside the other’s tight hole while his muscular frame pins him down. Kelvin’s smooth skin glistens under the light as Tiempo’s tongue works his throat, one hand gripping his hip hard enough to keep him still. The bed creaks beneath them as fingers probe deeper, the only sound the wet, rhythmic thrusts of Justin’s fingers against Jamie’s ass.
