Matthew Parker grips his cock hard, his knuckles white as he strokes fast, the mirror behind him blurring his reflection into a smear of sweat and need. Pierce Paris watches from the edge of the frame, his bearded jaw tight, fingers twitching as he fights the urge to join in, until his own hand slips into view, gripping his shaft with the same desperate rhythm. The air thickens with the sound of skin slapping flesh, both of them lost in the competitive grind, mouths half-open as they chase the finish.
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