Man Made

Gus Mattox craves kisses like a man starved for sweetness. And who could resist locking lips with a heartthrob like Lane Fuller? Their mouths meet in a deep, soul-stirring clash—tongues dancing slow and hungry. Soon enough, the heat builds. They strip away the barriers, bodies pressing close in a private tangle of limbs and sighs. Gus's hands roam Lane's firm chest, tracing every ridge with deliberate hunger, while Lane's fingers dig into Gus's hips, pulling him nearer. They grind together, cocks hardening against each other, breaths ragged and synced. Gus drops to his knees then, taking Lane into his mouth with a wet, eager slide—sucking deep, tongue swirling the tip until Lane groans and threads fingers through Gus's hair. They switch, Lane returning the favor, his lips stretching around Gus's thick length, bobbing with a rhythm that promises release. Sweat slicks their skin as they chase the edge, bodies arching in raw, unfiltered need.