Oscar Roberts grips Lewis Romeo’s hips as he kneels between his thighs, the dark hair on his chest pressed against the other man’s stomach while his tattooed arms flex with each thrust of his fingers into Lewis’s hole. Lewis sits forward on the couch, his muscular back arched as Oscar’s mouth seals over his cock, the suction deep and relentless, while his own fingers dig into the couch cushions. The only sound is the wet slap of skin and the rough rasp of breath, both men lost in the grip of what they’re doing.
