Bruce Querelle and Christian Lundgren

Christian Lundgren grips Bruce Querelle’s hips as he flips him onto his stomach, the dark hair on his chest rough against the blanket’s swirling colors. Querelle arches into Lundgren’s fingers, his hole already slick as they stretch him open before Lundgren’s tongue dives in, then his cock takes over. No condom, just the wet slap of skin on skin as Lundgren drives deep, fingers still working the tight ring while Querelle moans into the sheets.