Sweat. Fuck. Repeat.

Sean Xavier walks in after a brutal week of training, still tight, still keyed up. Luca del Rey has new hands on the table, but they move like they already know where the tension lives. He works the oil deep into Sean's back, sweeps down to the curve of his ass, and lingers just long enough for the jock to notice. Sean rolls onto his back, cock already stiff and obvious. Luca drops to it without a word, swallowing the whole length, throat working until spit runs down the shaft. They shift into a messy sixty-nine on the table, Sean driving his tongue between Luca's cheeks while Luca gags on ten thick inches. When Luca climbs on and sinks down, Sean takes over, gripping the masseur's hips and driving up hard. Sweat beads on Luca's chest, trails through the dark hair on his abs. He strokes himself until he shoots across his own stomach. Sean stays buried, flips Luca onto his face, and eats him out until his own cock starts to pulse. Luca sits back, settles over Sean's mouth, and lets the jock come with his tongue still buried in him.