Betrayed

Sunlight filters through the canopy, warming Kyle Becker's bare skin as he presses Luc Jarrett against the rough bark of an ancient oak. Their breaths mingle, heavy and urgent, in the crisp forest air. Kyle's hands grip Luc's hips, pulling him closer, fingers digging into firm muscle earned from endless trail runs. Luc arches, a low groan escaping his lips, as Kyle's mouth claims his neck, teeth grazing the pulse point that races like a wild heartbeat. They strip away clothes with frantic efficiency—shirts tossed aside, pants shoved down over thighs corded with power. Kyle drops to his knees on the leaf-strewn ground, his tongue tracing the length of Luc's hardening cock, savoring the salty tang of sweat and desire. Luc threads fingers through Kyle's hair, guiding him deeper, hips bucking in rhythm. But Kyle rises, spinning Luc around, bending him forward against the tree. He slicks his fingers with spit, teasing Luc's entrance, circling before pushing in slow, deliberate. Luc gasps, pushing back, demanding more. Kyle obliges, sheathing himself inside with one smooth thrust, their bodies slapping together in the open wild. Sweat slicks their skin; moans echo through the trees. Kyle's hand wraps around Luc's shaft, stroking in time with his relentless drive, until release crashes over them both—hot spurts painting the earth, bodies shuddering in unison under the indifferent sky.