Winning Streak

Emil's lips traced the hard ridges of Remus's muscled chest, tongue flicking over nipples that stiffened like ripe berries under his touch. He savored every inch, descending to the taut abs, nipping at the skin with a hunger that made Remus groan. Then, with deliberate slowness, Emil hooked his hands under Remus's thighs and hoisted his legs skyward, exposing the firm curve of his ass. He buried his face there, tongue delving deep into the warm crack, circling the tight ring of muscle with wet, insistent strokes. Remus arched, lost in delirious waves of pleasure, his body trembling as Emil rimmed him relentlessly. Marius watched from the shadows, his fist wrapped around his throbbing cock, stroking in rhythm with the scene's raw intensity. Remus flipped Emil onto the bed, pinning him down and thrusting inside with a fierce, claiming drive. They fucked hard, bodies slick and slapping together, building to a shattering climax—Remus spilling deep within Emil as Emil erupted between them. Unseen, Marius's release hit him like a thief in the night, his cum arcing silently onto the floor.