Big River

Sunlight slants through the blinds on a lazy afternoon, casting lazy stripes across Christian Fox's bare skin. Drew Nolan's eyes lock on him, hunger sharpening the air. Christian drops to his knees first, lips parting to take Drew's thick cock deep into his mouth. He sucks with slow, deliberate pulls, tongue swirling around the head, tasting salt and need. Drew groans, fingers threading into Christian's hair, guiding the rhythm harder, faster. They switch. Drew bends Christian over the couch, spreads those firm cheeks, and dives in. His tongue laps at the tight rim, circling, probing, slick and insistent. Christian arches, moaning low, pushing back for more. Heat builds. Drew rises, slicks himself with spit, and thrusts in—deep, raw, claiming every inch. They fuck like that, bodies slamming together, sweat-slick and urgent, chasing the edge until release shatters them both.