Elliot Finn’s dark hair sticks to his damp chest as he grips his cock, the headboard biting into his shoulders while his knuckles smear precome across his shaft. Jet Davis stands just behind him, bearded jaw tight, watching the way Elliot’s fingers work him open, no hesitation, no softness, just the slow press of his palm against the tight ring before he starts to fuck himself with rough, steady strokes. The headboard creaks under their weight, but neither moves to ease it, and the way Elliot’s breath hitches when Jet’s fingers finally slip inside tells you all you need to know.
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