Watch: Phoenix, Blake, Logan & Ryan

The blond and the stocky one kneel behind Logan, their tongues working the tight ring of his asshole while Blake stands over him, gripping a rifle like it’s an extension of his grip on Ryan’s hips, his fingers digging into the dark hair as he guides himself deep. Phoenix watches from the side, his muscular arms flexing as he holds his own weapon, the tattoos on his chest rippling with every breath, while the shaved-headed man looms behind Ryan, his thick fingers already stretching the hole open. No words, no hesitation, just the wet slap of lips, the rough pull of fingers, and the way the rifles stay steady, as if they’re all waiting for the next order.