Alec Loob and Aytor Wilde

Alec Loob kneels over Aytor Wilde on the couch, his tattooed arm gripping the shoulder while he sucks the neck. Fingers probe the asshole, rough and relentless, as Wilde’s shirt stays on while Loob’s strips away, leaving only skin and the taste of salt. The hand on the ass guides him closer, mouth moving to the chest before returning to the neck, teeth marking the skin.