Steve and Darius share a quick drink at the bar, their hands brushing as they lean in. Darius tugs Steve’s shirt off, kissing his chest, teasing his nipples with his tongue. Steve’s pants drop, his thick cock springing free, and Darius doesn’t hesitate, he sinks to his knees, taking him deep, gagging on the girth. Steve pulls him up, their lips crashing together before spinning him around, bending him over a bar stool. Pants down, Steve slams into him hard, stretching him open. He pauses only to drop to his knees, sucking Darius off until he’s trembling, then flips him onto the stools, fucking him rougher, deeper. Darius’ cock swells, spilling thick ropes across his abs as Steve grunts through his own release, shooting into his mouth and face. They collapse, breathless, the night still young.
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