White Hot

Sunlight pulses, fierce and golden, as Leo Giamani and Dayton O'Conner stride into frame, bodies humming with raw energy. These two gods of muscle tease themselves first—fingers tracing firm pecs, palms cupping bulging crotches. Lips crash together in a hungry kiss. Teeth graze nipples, playful bites that draw sharp gasps. Dayton's hand dives lower, freeing Leo's thick cock from its confines. He seizes the rigid shaft, lips pursing tight around the swollen head. His head dips and rises in a steady rhythm, tongue piercing flicking wickedly against the tender vein beneath. Leo wastes no time claiming his revenge, engulfing Dayton's throbbing length with the same fierce hunger. Dayton dives back in, gulping Leo's rod deep before flipping him to lap at his ass, tongue probing that tight ring. Then Dayton straddles the prize, sinking down onto Leo's hot steel, riding with urgent rolls of his hips. They shift—doggy, missionary—Leo's thrusts pounding Dayton's hole without mercy, fast and unrelenting. Grunts rumble low, sighs escape in heated bursts. Dayton's hand works his own cock in deliberate pulls, tension coiling until he shatters, spilling his load in thick ropes. Leo, teetering on the edge, strokes himself furiously and unleashes, painting Dayton's skin with warm, sticky jets.