Dare

Erik Rhodes towers over Tyler Riggz in the dim-lit room, his chiseled frame casting a shadow that teases the sweat-glistened skin beneath. Tyler kneels, eyes locked upward, lips parting as Erik's thick cock brushes his cheek—a promise of raw power. He leans in, tongue flicking out to trace the veined length, savoring the salty pulse. Erik grips Tyler's hair, guiding him deeper, the wet slide of mouth on flesh echoing like a forbidden rhythm. Tyler gags softly but pushes on, throat yielding to the invasion, saliva dripping in silken trails down his chin. Erik thrusts now, hips snapping with controlled fury, fucking Tyler's face like it's his to claim. Precum beads and spills, a slick appetizer. Tyler's hands roam Erik's thighs, nails digging in, urging more. The air thickens with grunts and moans. Erik pulls back, strings of spit connecting them, then hauls Tyler up, spins him against the wall. Rough hands yank down jeans, exposing Tyler's ass—firm, waiting. Erik spits into his palm, slicks his cock, and presses in. One brutal push, and he's buried deep, stretching Tyler wide. Tyler arches, a gasp tearing from his lips, pleasure-pain blooming hot. Erik pounds relentlessly, balls slapping skin, each drive hitting that spot that makes Tyler's vision blur. Sweat slicks their bodies, sliding together in frantic heat. Tyler reaches back, clutching Erik's hip, begging without words. The pace builds, frantic now, until Erik growls low, spilling inside with a shudder that ripples through them both. Tyler follows, untouched, cum streaking the wall in white ropes. They collapse, spent, breaths mingling in the afterglow.