The tattooed, broad-shouldered man with dark hair grips the other’s hips as he drives deep into his ass, his knuckles white around the couch’s edge while the lubricant bottle clatters beside them. The one on his knees licks and sucks his hole until fingers stretch him open, then swaps places with a rough, wet kiss that leaves both of them breathless. Every thrust is deliberate, every rimmed tongue deliberate, no hesitation, just the, unfiltered push and pull of two men who know exactly what they’re doing.
