Deep fucker

The bearded, muscular man with the wristband of numbers grips the other’s hips while his tongue burns into his asshole, fingers probing deep. His partner leans forward, steadying his weight as the first thrusts tear through the plastic-wrapped hand, rough and relentless. They don’t speak, just the wet sounds of lips, the slap of flesh, and the way one’s grip tightens when the other’s tongue curls harder.