The Disappearance Series, Part I - The Disappearance

In the dim glow of the control room, while their captives stewed in silence down the hall, Matt Gunther and Nick Manetti turned to each other. Tension coiled tight in their uniforms, begging for release. Matt dropped to his knees first, yanking open Nick's fly with urgent fingers. He took Nick's thick cock deep into his mouth, sucking hard, tongue swirling around the pulsing shaft. Salty pre-cum coated his lips as he bobbed, hungry and relentless. Nick groaned, threading fingers through Matt's hair, thrusting shallowly to match the rhythm. They switched seamlessly, a mirror of desire. Nick knelt, freeing Matt's rigid length from its confines. He engulfed it whole, cheeks hollowing with each pull, his own arousal throbbing untouched. Matt's breaths came ragged, hips bucking as Nick's skilled mouth worked him to the edge. But they held back, savoring the build. Uniforms hit the floor in a hurried pile—badges clattering, belts unbuckled. Naked now, skin flushed and slick with sweat, Nick bent over the console, ass presented like a siren's call. Matt slicked himself with spit, then pressed in, inch by unyielding inch. He gripped Nick's hips, pounding deep and steady, the slap of flesh echoing off the monitors. Nick pushed back, moaning low, his body clenching around the invading heat. They rutted like animals unchained, release crashing over them in waves of raw, shuddering bliss.