Room 106

Exhausted from a grueling day on the job, Roman Todd and Nic Sahara stumble back to their shared room late at night. Muscles aching, Roman peels off his clothes and heads for the shower, flinging his worn underwear across the room like a discarded secret. Nic's eyes lock on them. He snatches the fabric fast, burying his nose in it, drawing in deep lungfuls of Roman's raw, all-day musk—sweat and skin, intoxicating as forbidden whiskey. Hours later, in the hush of midnight, Nic slips the underwear from under his pillow. His cock throbs hard already. He wraps the cloth around his shaft, stroking slow and deliberate while inhaling that heady scent again, letting it flood his senses like a lover's whisper. Roman stirs awake. He catches Nic mid-stroke, hand flying over his dick, face lost in the fabric's grip. A sly grin cracks Roman's lips. His own balls feel heavy, cum-swollen from the day's neglect. Sensing an opening, he leans in close. 'Ever hear about the time I let a guy drop to his knees and suck me dry?' he murmurs, voice low and teasing. Nic freezes, then tents the sheets with fresh need. Interest sparks in his eyes. Roman beckons him over. 'Come on. Swallow me whole.' Nic crawls into Roman's bed, eager as a man starved. He takes Roman's thick cock inch by inch, throat relaxing to bury it deep—to the balls—savoring the initiation like fine, forbidden fruit. Satisfied with the worship, Nic shifts. He feeds his own meat to Roman's waiting mouth, uncut length sliding past lips that part willingly. Roman doesn't hold back; he slurps it down, tongue tracing every ridge with hungry precision. Heat builds. For a scorching 69, Nic swings a leg over, straddling Roman's chest. He dives back onto that thick dick, sucking with renewed fire, while Roman spreads Nic's cheeks and rims him deep—tongue probing, teasing the tight ring until it pulses open. Nic's hole begs for more, slick and ready. He bends over the bed's edge, ass up like an offering. Roman eases in bare, inch by thick inch, then grips hips and pounds doggy-style—hard thrusts slamming home, turning the stud into a moaning wreck. They flip the script next, intensity ratcheting up. Nic takes charge, plowing into Roman with his uncut rod, bare and relentless. He drills the tatted hunk deep, each stroke a claim staked in sweat and grunts. One final switch: Roman reclaims the rhythm, pounding Nic to the brink. Nic strokes himself frantic, spilling a thick load across his abs in hot ropes. The sight unravels Roman. He pulls out, adds his own pulsing cum to the glistening mess, leaving Nic drenched and sticky. Breath ragged, Roman slides his spent cock back into that welcoming heat one last time. He chuckles low. 'You need to give me my underwear back.'