Niko Vangelis grips Christian Lundgren’s hips, his fingers digging into muscle as he slams into him from behind, the outdoor table rattling beneath their weight. Christian’s head drops forward, his dark hair falling over his face as Niko’s breath hitches between each brutal thrust, the air thick with the sound of flesh meeting flesh. Their mouths crash together in desperate kisses, tongues tangling as Niko’s hands grip the back of Lundgren’s neck, pulling him back just enough to deepen the angle. The table’s edge digs into Lundgren’s stomach, his body arched to meet every drive, the scene and unfiltered.
