The bearded one grips the tattooed man’s hips while his mouth works the other’s cock, teeth scraping just hard enough to make him gasp, then the blond leans in, his fingers tangled in dark hair as he guides the jerking hand down. Around them, the rest strip off in quick, eager motions, beer bottles clinking on the patterned table as they crowd closer, some perched on laps, others leaning over to lick or suck with no hesitation. The stage lights catch their sweat and the way their muscles flex when they shove forward, all of it and unfiltered.
