The Dark Side

Lindon Hawk spills his sins in a rush of breathy words, his lips wrapping hungrily around Justin Dragon's thick cock. He sucks with fervent devotion, tongue swirling over the pulsing length, drawing out low groans from his confessor. Justin's fingers tangle in Lindon's hair, guiding the rhythm as the air thickens with confession and lust. Then Justin pulls him close, spreads those firm cheeks, and dives in—tongue lashing Lindon's tight hole, teasing the sensitive rim until it quivers and begs. Lindon arches, moaning his deepest regrets into the shadows. Justin rises, slick and insistent, thrusts deep into that yielding heat. He pounds with deliberate force, hips snapping, bodies slick with sweat. Finally, he pulls free, strokes himself to the edge, and unleashes a hot gush through the confessional grate, splattering onto Lindon's upturned face—eager, waiting, utterly claimed.