Milen Petrof pins Alan Carly’s hips down while his tongue traces the tight ring of his asshole, the lamp’s shadow stretching long across the floor. Alan grips the edge of the bed, his dark hair slick with spit as Milen’s fingers dig into the crease before sliding inside. The air hums with the wet sound of his mouth working the puckered hole, teeth grazing just enough to make Alan’s breath hitch.
