Morning Wood

The alarm shrieks at 7 a.m., yanking Landon Conrad from sleep. He rises, shaves with quick strokes, then steps under the steaming shower to rinse away the night. Dressed sharp for work, he moves through the morning haze. His boyfriend, Ludovic Canot, lags behind, dragging into the bathroom at last, water already running hot. Landon pokes his head in for a farewell kiss—soft at first, then electric. Passion surges. Ludovic tugs him in, clothes and all, their mouths fused in a hungry lock. Soaked through, Landon strips bare, water cascading over taut skin as Ludovic drops to his knees and takes his cock deep into that warm, eager mouth. The rhythm builds. Landon pulls him up, sinks down himself, lips wrapping around Ludovic's throbbing length, tongue swirling with deliberate heat. He turns him, spreads those firm cheeks, and dives in—rimming his asshole with teasing licks that sharpen into bold tongue thrusts, prepping the tight ring for what's next. Fierce now, Landon screws in deep, hips slamming forward. They spill out of the shower, water trailing like liquid desire. From behind against the glass, Ludovic perched atop him on the edge, then balanced wild against the counter—they fuck with raw abandon. Landon's thick pole pistons in and out of Ludovic's ass, slick and relentless, a machine of pure need. He pulls free at the peak, unleashing ropes of warm jism across his lover's back. Ludovic grips his own meat, strokes hard and fast, and erupts—spritzing hot seed across the tile floor in shuddering release.