Mountain Tops

Alpha Wolfe stands in his room, peeling off his shirt and jeans with deliberate ease. Devin Franco slips through the door, his voice tentative as he seeks advice on a guy who's captured his heart. Alpha listens, offers a few sharp insights. Then Devin confesses—the man he craves is Alpha himself. A slow smile spreads across Alpha's face, flattered heat rising in his chest. He doesn't stop Devin from hooking fingers into his waistband, tugging down the boxers to free his thick, hairy cock. Devin drops to his knees, lips parting to take it in. He gulps deep, face vanishing into Alpha's dense bush with every determined plunge to the base. Alpha hardens fast under the wet, insistent pull. Satisfied, Devin rises and bends over the bed, offering his scruffy hole like a secret invitation. Alpha kneels behind him, tongue tracing the rim first—slow laps that tease and probe. Fingers follow, slick and probing, stretching Devin open with expert care. Ready now, Alpha positions himself, sliding his raw length into that tight crack. He thrusts hard, bareback power driving deep, each slam echoing their shared rhythm. Devin gasps, pushing back. Alpha pulls out abruptly, spins Devin around, and sinks to suck his cock—tasting the need there, salty and urgent. He lays Devin back on the sheets, then straddles him, guiding Devin's pole to his entrance. Devin takes the reins, hips bucking up with control. Alpha rides the waves, tension coiling until he unloads across his own abs in hot spurts. Devin doesn't stop, fucking deeper, until he pulls out and glazes Alpha's hole with his release—a sticky claim that seals the moment.