Ennio Guardi’s beard scrapes against Matthew Ross’s jaw as he grips his hips, fingers probing deep while Ross moans into the kiss, his tongue tangled with Ennio’s. The red sheets cling to their sweat-slicked skin as Ennio pulls back just enough to watch his cock slide between Ross’s lips, thick and flushed with need. Ross arches into the touch, his hole already tightening around Ennio’s fingers, the bed creaking under their restless weight.
