Kirk Gauguin’s thick fingers stretch Nikk Lanier’s hole open while his mouth seals around the other man’s cock, the dark hair on his chest pressed against Lanier’s smooth skin as he works them both with rough, deliberate strokes. The bed creaks under their weight, the close-up framing the wet slap of tongue against shaft and the way Lanier’s fingers dig into Gauguin’s shoulders when he takes him deep. Gauguin’s grip tightens on the base, his own cock leaking as he fucks Lanier’s mouth with slow, controlled thrusts.
