Red Hot

Nikolas Kiss swung open the door, his eyes gleaming with unspoken invitation as Marko Pacyna and Alex Lambert stepped inside. What began as casual chatter by the fireside soon ignited into something fiercer. Clothes shed like whispered secrets, the three men tangled in a heated embrace. Nikolas dropped to his knees first, his mouth enveloping Marko's throbbing cock with eager, practiced strokes—wet, insistent pulls that drew guttural moans from deep in Marko's throat. Alex watched, his own arousal straining, before joining in; he gripped Nikolas's hips and thrust forward, burying himself in that tight heat with rhythmic urgency. They switched seamlessly, a whirlwind of suck and fuck, bodies slick with sweat and desire. Marko's tongue teased Alex's length while Nikolas pounded from behind, each plunge syncing with the fire crackling in the hearth—a savage ballet of lips, shafts, and grinding hips. The blaze in their loins roared hotter, building to an inevitable crest. They exploded together, cries echoing as hot seed spilled in waves of ecstasy. Exhausted, satisfied, utterly spent, the trio collapsed into a languid heap, breaths slowing, limbs entwined in sated repose.