Branded

Brian McClaine grips his cock, stroking with fierce intent, lost in the rhythm. Then Justin Dragon strides in, the aquarium guy, tools in hand. He kneels by the tank, scrubbing away grime, his tall, muscled frame a silent temptation. Brian's gaze devours him, hunger sharpening every line of that powerful body. Justin doesn't miss the stare. He spins Brian face-up onto the desk, claiming him with bold hands. His mouth darts between Brian's ass and cock, tongue probing deep, lips sucking hard—alternating with wicked precision. Brian arches, then lunges forward, throat opening to swallow Justin's thick shaft whole, eager gulps pulling him in deeper. The door swings open. Ivan Andros steps inside, eyes locking on the scene. He dives in without a word, joining the fevered tangle. Ivan's affections split evenly, his throat taking both men deep—first Justin's pulsing length, then Brian's, switching with a lover's grace, saliva gleaming on his chin. Justin grabs Ivan from behind, bending him just right. He thrusts in, cock sinking deep into that welcoming heat. The three men twist together, a lusty triumvirate chasing the edge. They push harder, bodies slick and straining, until release crashes over them one by one—surrendering in shuddering waves of ecstasy.