Pierce Harrington and Riff Dornan

Pierce Harrington’s beard scrapes Riff Dornan’s throat as he grips his jaw, fingers already working the tight hole while the banana slips between them, slick with spit. Dornan arches into the pressure, his muscles straining as Harrington’s cock drives deep, the fruit forgotten until it rolls free, discarded between them. The bed creaks under their weight, the only sound the wet smack of flesh and the rasp of breath when Dornan finally takes the banana back, pressing it to Harrington’s lips before swallowing him whole.