Pyotr Tomek grips Will Hornet’s hips, his dark hair framing a muscular back as he slams into him from behind, the couch’s wooden legs creaking under their weight. Will’s fingers dig into the sheets while Pyotr’s tongue traces his hole, then his cock, before pulling back to suck him deep. The air thickens with the wet sounds of fingers probing, lips sealing around flesh, and the rough thrusts that leave Will’s breath ragged.
