Enzo Sky grips Zach Hansen’s hips, his dark hair framing a face pressed close as the stethoscope dangles from his neck, the white lab coat wrinkled from strain. Zach’s slim body arches under him, fingers tangled in his own cock as Enzo’s weight pins him down, the only sound the wet slap of skin against skin. The air thickens with the scent of sweat and cum, their breaths ragged, the moment frozen between thrust and release.
