Oliver King and Jet kneel on the bed, one’s tattooed arms flexing as he grips Jet’s hips, fingers already working his hole while the other takes his cock deep into his throat. Jet’s dark hair falls over his shoulders as he braces himself, pillows pressed under his knees to angle Oliver’s thick shaft into his ass, the first slow thrusts already stretching him open. Their mouths crash together as Jet’s tongue swipes against Oliver’s teeth, the wet sounds of sucking and the wetter slide of fingers mixing with the rough grind of their bodies. The bed creaks under their weight, the only sound but the one they make, moans, gasps, the wet slap of skin on skin.
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