Watch: Donny Wright and Brian Brody

Donny leans against the counter, watching Brian strip off his shirt, muscles taut in the dim light. The years of restraint shatter, Brian’s hands slide up Donny’s thighs, teasing his jeans. Donny groans, yanks him close, their cocks hard together. The first kiss is rough, teeth and tongues clashing, nails biting in. They crash onto the couch, clothes gone, skin slapping. Donny pins Brian down, lips on his throat, teeth grazing his collarbone. Hands grip, fingers tangle, breaths come fast. Donny pushes inside slow, deep, Brian’s legs locking around him, heels digging in. The couch creaks under their weight, hips snapping hard. Brian moans, voice raw, Donny’s name spilling out. The room blurs with sweat, only their heavy breathing and wet, slapping skin filling the air. Donny buries himself deep, Brian arches off the couch, crying out as he comes.