Abel Lacourt & Paul Delay

Abel Lacourt’s lean, smooth body bends over Paul Delay as his dark hair falls forward, the blue and red paint smeared across his skin marking the rough grip of fingers and lips. Paul Delay’s mouth seals around Abel’s cock, his own lean frame pressed tight against the table, while Abel’s fingers dig into his own hole, tracing the wet heat with deliberate pressure. The air hums with the wet sounds of sucking and the slow, deliberate thrust of a finger inside, each mark on their skin a silent testament to the way they take each other.