Take Off

Grounded again, Sean Xavier and Alpha Wolfe trade the cockpit for a cramped hotel room and years of waiting finally catch fire. Sean leans back, thick and ready, while Alpha works his throat down every inch of that dark nine. The co-pilot’s gag is the only sound until Sean pulls free, slick and dripping, and lines up on Alpha’s waiting ass. Hair curls around the rim as Sean sinks in raw, pushing slow until Alpha’s eyes roll back and his breath stutters. A sharp thrust, then another, and the bed creaks under their weight. Soon the roles flip. Alpha spreads Sean open, drives deep, and Sean’s face splits into a grin that turns filthy with every pounding stroke. When the rhythm peaks, Sean stays buried and pumps a hot load straight into Alpha’s hole. He drops low, tongue out, lapping the cum that leaks from the swollen ring. Alpha’s balls pull tight; seconds later his release splashes across Sean’s cheekbones and lips, streaking that perfect face with fresh, shining streaks.