Amone Bane grips Christian Ryder’s hips while his tattooed arms flex, blindfolded, as Ryder’s tongue traces the thick vein on his neck before pulling him down for a deep kiss. The chain around Ryder’s wrist tightens as Bane’s fingers slide into his hole, then switch to his mouth, while Ryder’s own hand works the other’s asshole with rough precision. The air thickens with the wet sounds of sucking and the sharp inhale of fingers pushing deep.
