Blue Danube

Denis Jung and Eric Kovac stretch in the empty dance studio, mirrors throwing back their lithe forms. Warm-up turns fierce—pulses hammer, sweat beads on skin, igniting a raw fire between them. Denis drops to his knees first, lips wrapping Eric's thick cock, sucking hard and deep, tongue swirling the head until Eric groans, hips bucking. Eric flips him against the barre, yanks down Denis's shorts, and dives in, rimming that tight ass with hungry laps before thrusting his tongue inside. No barriers, just slick need. They switch—Eric bends over the mirrored wall, Denis pounding in with brutal rhythm, balls slapping skin, each stroke pulling moans from Eric's throat. Denis grips his waist, fucking faster, deeper, chasing that edge. Eric spins, pins Denis to the floor, slides his cock into that greedy hole, grinding slow then slamming home. Sweat slicks their bodies; they edge each other mercilessly—pulling back just as release claws close—until the dam breaks. Cum erupts in shuddering waves, an earthquake of hot seed spilling across abs and thighs, leaving them gasping, spent, entwined on the cool wood floor.