Jack Valor and Jax Thirio

Jack Valor pins Jax Thirio down on the couch, his dark hair framing a muscular frame that contrasts with the lean, light brown-haired man sprawled beneath him. Jax’s fingers dig into the couch cushions as Valor’s mouth seals over his throat, then slides lower, licking, sucking, before his tongue traces the tight ring of his asshole. The floor-worn wood creaks as Jax flips them, his own hands gripping Valor’s hips and shoving him onto his knees, where the older man takes him hard from behind, the couch’s edge biting into his ribs.