No holes barred, part 3

Tobias James grips Morgan Blake’s hips hard as he slams into him bareback, the rough concrete floor vibrating under their weight while graffiti bleeds across the walls. Morgan’s tattooed chest heaves as Tobias’s beard scrapes his skin, fingers already working his hole open before the cock even hits. The air smells like sweat and oil, ropes biting into their wrists as one sucks deep while the other jerks off, cum splashing onto the cracked pavement.