Casual Connections

Nic Sahara pushes through the door after a grueling day, his shoulders loosening at the sight of Steven Lee sprawled on the couch, utterly at ease. 'How was your day?' Steven asks, voice low and inviting. Nic's pulse quickens. He vaults over the couch in one fluid leap, crashing their lips together. The kiss ignites—hungry, deepening, tongues tangling with raw need. Steven's shorts strain against his growing bulge, the fabric tenting unmistakably. Nic doesn't hesitate. He yanks the shorts down, freeing Steven's thick cock. In a heartbeat, Nic engulfs every rigid inch, lips stretching wide, throat relaxing to take him deep. Saliva glistens as he works, bobbing with fervent rhythm. Clothes scatter soon enough, leaving them both bare and breathless. Steven flips the script, dropping to his knees. He lavishes Nic's dick with wet, swirling sucks, then traces lower, tongue probing Nic's firm ass, teasing the tight ring before diving in. Steven stretches out on the couch, pulling Nic atop him for a tangled 69. Nic grinds down, smothering Steven's face with his ass and balls, while Nic's mouth devours Steven's shaft again, swallowing those pulsing inches whole. But Nic craves more—full, unyielding possession. He rises, positions himself, and sinks onto Steven's bare cock, his inviting hole yielding to the girth. Steven throbs inside him, a living heat that fills Nic to the brim. Nic takes control, climbing higher to impale himself fully on that massive pole, riding with deliberate rolls of his hips. When the urge strikes to surrender, he bends over the couch arm, arching his back. Steven grips his waist and thrusts in from behind, pounding with steady, powerful strokes that echo through the room. Nic's hunger surges; he flips to his back, legs splayed wide, eyes locked on Steven's as the cock slides in and out, stretching him anew with each plunge. Steven drills deeper, relentless, chasing the edge. Nic's hand flies to his own dick, stroking furiously until ropes of cum splatter across his taut abs, pooling in a sticky puddle. Steven pulls out just in time, fisting his slick length to unleash thick spurts over Nic's gaping, sloppy wet hole—a glistening claim that marks the finish.