Scott Davies grips Koby Lewis’s hips as he drives deep inside, the strap-on harness creaking with every thrust while his tattooed chest glistens with sweat. Koby moans around his fingers as Scott teases his hole with deliberate precision, his dark hair falling forward to obscure the view of his muscular back flexing with each push. Between thrusts, Scott’s mouth seals over Koby’s, swallowing his gasps as fingers slide between slick folds, tracing the tight rim before returning to stretch him open. The harness digs into his waist as he shifts positions, the angle changing the rhythm of their bodies until Koby’s breath hitches, his grip tightening on the sheets.
