Cody Seiya’s tattooed, muscled frame pins Alex Kof down with a rough grip while his lips crash into his throat, fingers already probing the tight hole between his legs. The bed creaks under their weight as Seiya’s beard scrapes against Kof’s smooth skin, his mouth dropping lower to wrap around his cock with a hungry, wet suction. One hand slides between them to tease the slick entrance, two thick fingers pushing in with deliberate pressure while the other clutches the sheets. Kof arches into it, his breath ragged, as Seiya’s teeth graze the pulse point of his neck, no words, just the, unfiltered dominance of a man who knows exactly how to make another beg.
