Sacred Band Of Thebes, part 3

Diego Sans grips the wooden table, his tanned chest rising as D.O. kneels between his spread legs, tongue tracing the crack of his ass before slipping a finger inside. The bearded man arches into the touch, his dark hair falling forward as D.O. sucks his cock with tight, deliberate strokes, the bench creaking beneath them both. One’s legs stay wide, the other’s grip tightens, no hesitation, just the weight of their bodies moving against the wood.