The Velvet Mafia, Part 2

In the shadowed hush of a rustic safe house, where weathered beams whisper secrets and the air hangs heavy with pine and promise, Brandon and Duke surrender at last. Star-crossed lovers of the Velvet Mafia, they've danced around this fire too long. Now, Derrick Vinyard as Brandon traces Omer's jaw with callused fingers, eyes locking like fate's own decree. Duke pulls him close, breath mingling, hearts pounding in sync. They strip away the world—jackets tossed, shirts unbuttoned with deliberate slowness. Skin meets skin, warm and insistent. Brandon's lips claim Duke's neck, tasting salt and longing. Hands roam lower, gripping hips, teasing the hardening length beneath denim. They tumble onto the worn bed, bodies entwining like vines in a forgotten garden. Duke enters him gently, a slow thrust that builds to exquisite rhythm, moans echoing softly against the walls. Sweat-slick and breathless, they move as one, chasing release in tender, unyielding union. 'I don't know how to quit you,' Brandon gasps, and in that moment, they never will.