Will Sims and Andrew Kitt

Will Sims kneels behind Andrew Kitt, his hands gliding deep into the oil-slicked muscles of his back while Kitt lies stretched across the table, legs spread wide. Sims’ fingers dig into the taut flesh of his thighs, tracing slow circles over the sensitive skin, while Kitt arches slightly, his shoulders relaxed under the pressure. Kitt’s own hands grip the edge of the table, his body responding as Sims shifts to knead the tight knots in his lower back, his thumbs pressing just hard enough to make the hair on Kitt’s arms rise. The oil clings to their skin, slicking every stroke, every deliberate press of a knuckle against the curve of his ass.