Wide Open

The scouts press on through the underbrush, but Kristian Jensen and Ivo Svoboda slip away, ducking into their tent for a hurried bite and a moment's ease. Laughter fades into sighs as they emerge, drawn to the shadowed seclusion between ancient trees. Svoboda drops to his knees, his mouth enveloping Jensen with eager precision, lips sliding over heated skin, tongue tracing every ridge and vein. Jensen's hands tangle in Svoboda's hair, guiding the rhythm until desire surges too fierce to contain. He pulls Svoboda up, spins him against rough bark, and thrusts deep, claiming him with urgent strokes that build to a shattering peak. Jensen unloads then, a torrent spilling hot and thick, marking the wild air with their raw release.