London Calling

Gabriel Cross fires off a quick message to Colton Reece, and just like that, they're set to link up amid London's hustle. Colton weaves through the throng of pedestrians and honking taxis, his pulse quickening until he spots Gabriel—smiling, expectant, a magnet in the chaos. They collide in a rush of greetings, then dive down the tube station stairs, the train rattling them back to the flat in a blur of anticipation. The door barely clicks shut before desire ignites. Clothes hit the floor in a frenzy—shirts yanked over heads, jeans kicked aside. Gabriel drops to his knees, his lips wrapping around Colton's rigid cock, sucking with a hunger that pulls a groan from deep in Colton's throat. That perfect bubble ass, curving just so, undoes Colton; he can't resist. He spreads Gabriel's cheeks, tongue diving into the smooth, tight hole, then slides a finger in, probing deep. Colton dips back into Gabriel's mouth for slick lube, coating his fingers before easing them deeper, stretching that eager entrance for what's coming. The need builds, raw and urgent—Colton has to be inside him. He positions Gabriel on all fours and thrusts in from behind, burying his huge dick to the hilt in one smooth plunge. Gabriel's moans echo with every powerful stroke of that thick shaft, both men gasping, breaths ragged and synced. Colton flips him onto his back, pulling Gabriel atop him. Now Gabriel rides, his ass clenching and releasing around the massive length, grinding down with shameless rhythm. 'Oh fuck yeah, ride that cock!' Colton growls, hands gripping hips as pleasure coils tight. It shatters Gabriel first—he arches, unleashing ropes of cum across Colton's chiseled chest and abs, hot and sticky. Gabriel leans in, claiming Colton's mouth in a fierce kiss, then murmurs, 'My turn.' He sinks to his knees again, mouth agape, eyes locked on. Colton delivers, erupting in a massive blast of jizz that paints Gabriel's face and tongue, marking him in salty triumph.