Heaven Sent

Marcos Estelito drifts through his days in a haze of grief, mourning the lover snatched away too soon. Mundane routines anchor him, a fragile shield against the ache. Then, one crisp morning, solace arrives in the gym's shadowed corners—and in Simon Arduiles's strong arms. Simon's cock, thick and insistent, becomes Marcos's perfect distraction. He takes it deep into his throat, gulping it down with hungry abandon, saliva slicking every inch. Soon, Simon flips him, drills that rigid length straight up his ass in relentless thrusts. Each pounding stroke chases the sorrow away, if only for a stolen hour of raw, shuddering release.