Jacobey London’s beard scrapes Jason Valencia’s throat as he takes him deep, fingers already working the tight hole while the blond watches through the mirror’s reflection. The dark-haired one grips the edge of the vanity, his body already slick with anticipation by the time London pulls back, tongue tracing the wet seam before diving in again. No words, just the sound of skin meeting skin and the slow, deliberate stretch of a hole that won’t stay closed.
