Dylan James takes Manuel Skye by the hips and pins him against the garden wall while Gabriel Phoenix kneels behind, his tattooed arms wrapping tight around Manuel’s waist as Dylan drives into him hard. The American flag on Manuel’s underwear peeks out from beneath Dylan’s grip, his hole stretched wide as Gabriel’s fingers dig into his ribs, holding him still for the next thrust. Manuel’s breath comes sharp, his mouth open against Dylan’s shoulder as the two move together, one pulling, one pushing, until the garden fades into nothing but the sound of skin slapping.
