You've Changed, Bro

Michael Boston kneels on the couch, his light brown hair framing a body built for strength, while Johnny Rapid stands behind him, gripping the edge as Boston’s back arches under the first hard thrust. The couch creaks under their weight, the indoor light catching the sweat glistening on Boston’s smooth, muscular skin as Rapid drives deeper, his hands digging into the couch cushions. Boston’s hole clenches around him, the sound of flesh slapping wetly filling the room as Rapid’s rhythm turns relentless.