Taking Flight, Part 1

The plane hums through the clouds, engines a low purr. Exclusive Bobby Williams feels the pull, that insistent throb, as he locks eyes with Corbin Michaels, the fresh-faced newcomer whose lithe body promises sin. Urge wins. Bobby nods toward the lavatory, and Corbin follows, a sly smile curving his lips. Door clicks shut. Space squeezes them close—sink pressing one hip, mirror fogging with their heat. No time for patience. Bobby drops to his knees first, yanking Corbin's zipper down with teeth, freeing that hardening cock. He takes it deep, lips sliding wet and urgent, tongue swirling the tip like a secret shared mid-flight. Corbin groans, fingers twisting in Bobby's hair, thrusting shallow into the velvet heat of his mouth. They switch. Corbin kneels in the tight confines, Bobby's shaft thick against his tongue, salty and pulsing. Sucking turns frantic, abandon fueling every slurp and gasp. Then up, bodies grinding. Corbin spins, pants shoved to ankles, ass arched against the tiny sink. Bobby slicks fingers with spit, probes that tight ring, then drives in—bare, raw, cock splitting him open. They fuck like the world's ending, hips slamming, the plane's sway rocking them harder. Sweat slicks skin, moans muffled against shoulders. Corbin clenches, milking him, until release crashes—hot spurts inside, then Bobby's turn, spilling over Corbin's hand in the cramped frenzy. Breath ragged, they straighten clothes, emerging flushed, the mile-high club forever marked.