Alex Mecum’s beard scrapes against Erik Andrews’ throat as he grips his jaw, fingers tangled in the dark hair at his nape while Andrews’ tongue drags slow, deliberate circles over his lips. One hand slides down to yank his cock free, the other presses between his thighs, thumb pressing just past the tight ring before pulling back to lick the slickness clean. On the bed, sheets twisted around his hips, Mecum arches into the stretch, his hole already glistening as Andrews’ mouth seals over him, teeth scraping the sensitive skin before the first deep thrust.
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