Beau Butler kneels behind Mason Lear, his beard brushing the dark hair framing his ass as he works the strap tight around his waist, then slides his tongue deep into the hole. Lear lies sprawled, gripping the sheets as fingers stretch his ass open before the first rough thrust. The belt bites into Beau’s hips as he drives in, the sound of flesh slapping wet against skin cutting through the only silence that matters.
