Joel and Leo

The bearded man presses his mouth to the other’s neck while his fingers dig into smooth, corded muscle, one knee already bent as he kneels in the dirt. They strip in the shade of a tree, the dark hair of both slick with sweat by the time the first tongue swipes over bare asshole, fingers already working the tight hole. The one on his knees grips the other’s hips, dry humping against him as the bearded man takes his turn with a deep, wet suck. No barriers, just the rough bark behind them and the way one’s breath hitches when the other’s teeth graze his spine.