Leo Bacchus pins Nick Kross down on the couch, his tattooed arms flexing as he grips the other man’s hips, while Nick’s dark hair falls forward as he takes Leo’s cock deep into his throat. The fingers of the one on top dig into Nick’s ass, spreading him open before sliding inside, rough and deliberate, as Leo’s tongue traces the curve of his neck. The couch creaks under their weight, the only sound the wet suction of lips and the sharp inhale of breath when Leo’s hand finds Nick’s hole again.
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