Luke Hudson’s grip tightens on Dante Colle’s hips as he slams into him, the bed creaking under their weight, while Dante’s fingers dig into the sheets, his mouth locked around Luke’s cock with relentless suction. Luke’s dark hair falls forward as he leans down, his tongue tracing the sweat on Dante’s neck before his teeth graze the smooth skin of his shoulder. One hand guides Dante’s wrist to his own asshole, fingers probing deep as the other pulls him up for a rough, open-mouthed kiss. The air is thick with the sound of wet flesh and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin.
