Vittorio Vega’s beard scrapes against Ron Negba’s throat as he grips his jaw, fingers digging into the smooth muscle of his shoulders while Negba’s tongue drags deep into his mouth. The blond on his back arches when Vega’s hand slides between his thighs, slick with spit, then presses two fingers into his asshole until he gasps, his hips bucking against the bed. A chair scrapes back as Vega flips him over, the dark-haired man’s hole already stretched by his own fingers, then by Vega’s cock, thick, veined, slamming home with every thrust. Negba moans around the suction of Vega’s mouth, his own fingers working his own ass in the same rhythm.
