Xavier Sibley grips Mason Madison’s hips while his tattooed arms flex against the suspended harness, his dark hair framing the force of his thrusts into the tight hole. Madison’s fingers dig into the wooden wall as Sibley’s cock slams home, each stroke and unfiltered. The air hums with the wet sound of flesh meeting flesh, his tongue tracing the sweat-slick skin of Madison’s throat before his fingers push deeper, circling the rim. The harness holds them steady, no softness, just the relentless grind of one man buried inside another.
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