Scott Demarco and Scott Riley

Scott Demarco’s bearded, dark-haired frame pins Scott Riley down, his muscular body pressing into the spread legs as Riley’s clean-shaven, light-haired head dips between them. The red cloth beneath them marks the spot where Demarco’s hole is worked open, fingers, tongue, and lips all take turns, the air thick with the sounds of wet suction and the rough scrape of beard against skin. Riley doesn’t just rim; he holds the asshole open while Demarco’s mouth takes over, the two of them moving in sync as if the act itself is the only thing that matters.