Ennio Guardi and Jake

Ennio Guardi’s stocky frame pins Jake Cruise’s balding back as he drags a chain through his dark hair, fingers already probing the tight asshole while the younger man moans into the bite of his grip. The older man’s muscular arms flex as he guides his cock to Jake’s hole, the slick sound of his tongue tracing the crack between cheeks before taking the puckered entrance between his lips. Both grip each other’s necks, Ennio’s grip bruising, Jake’s breath ragged, while the chain rattles between them, the only sound louder than the wet slap of fingers working deeper.