Pleasure Express

In the swaying dining car, waiter Roland Martinus catches the hungry gaze of Michal Tarkus cruising him from across the polished tables. Eyes lock, a silent promise sparks. The room empties at last, passengers drifting away like forgotten steam. Michal wastes no time. He drops to his knees, unzips Roland with eager fingers, and takes him deep into his mouth—sucking slow, then urgent, tongue swirling around the throbbing length until Roland's breath hitches. Roland hauls Michal up, spins him onto the nearest table. Wood creaks under their weight. Michal spreads his legs wide, inviting, his body arching in anticipation. Roland thrusts in deep, hips slamming forward in a rhythm that echoes through the empty car—hard, relentless, filling Michal completely with each plunge. But Roland craves more. He pulls out, sinks to his knees now, and devours Michal's cock, lips stretching around the swollen head, sucking with a fervor that draws moans from Michal's throat. Appreciation floods Michal's eyes; he repays the pleasure in kind, dropping down to wrap his mouth around Roland once again, tasting salt and desire in equal measure.