Fausto Delmiedo grips Jean Philippe’s hips, his dark hair framing a face set in sharp focus as the other man arches into him, muscles taut against the bed. The blond’s hole glistens with slick need, fingers digging into the sheets while Delmiedo’s weight pins him down, the first slow thrust already splitting them open. Jean Philippe’s breath comes in ragged gasps, his body straining to meet every hard, deliberate stroke.
