Winter Heat

While their friends carve turns down the snowy slopes, Nash Lawler and Kai Ford linger inside, trading the chill for a different kind of heat. Nash takes charge, his voice a low command as he guides Kai to his knees. Suck my cock, he demands, and Kai obeys, lips wrapping tight around the thickening shaft. Lick my balls next, Nash growls, and Kai's tongue traces the sensitive skin, warm and insistent. Then, eat my ass—deep, thorough. Kai rises to it, face buried between firm cheeks, tongue probing with eager skill. It's a demanding feast, but Kai devours every inch. Nash's hands grow rougher; he tears open Kai's pants with a sharp rip, exposing him. Two fingers plunge in, stretching that tight hole, prepping it with relentless twists. Soon, Nash can't wait. He bends Kai over, thrusts deep, pounding from behind in a frenzy of skin slapping skin. They shift—Kai on his back, legs spread wide, Nash driving in face-to-face, then flipping him again for more. Every angle, every rhythm, Nash claims him completely, bodies slick and locked in raw, unyielding rhythm.