Shane Allen shows his sneakers

Shane Allen and the bearded man in the yellow chair hold his feet while he leans back, fingers tracing his asshole as his shirt slides off. The other man’s grip tightens on his toes, thumb pressing just above the hole, both of them focused on the stretch and the slow reveal of bare skin. Shane’s smile lingers as his hand drifts lower, fingers curling around himself while the bearded man watches, his own breath steady. The chair creaks under the weight of raised legs, the only sound the wet press of lips against skin.