Piece Of Cake

Blake Callahan's chiseled muscles ripple under the dim light as he pulls Danny Somers close, their bodies igniting like dry tinder. Danny's hands trace the hard lines of Blake's abs, fingers dipping lower with urgent hunger. They crash together—lips bruising, tongues warring in a heated clash. Blake pins Danny against the wall, his thick cock pressing insistently against Danny's thigh. Danny gasps, arching up to grind back, friction sparking fire between them. Clothes tear away in a frenzy; Blake's mouth devours Danny's neck, teeth grazing skin while his hand strokes Danny's hardening length, thumb circling the slick tip. Danny moans, fingers digging into Blake's broad shoulders. Blake lifts him effortlessly, legs wrapping around his waist, and thrusts deep inside with a single, powerful stroke. They move as one—rhythmic, relentless—sweat-slicked skin slapping, breaths ragged. Danny's cries build, echoing Blake's guttural growls, until release shatters them both in a blinding rush.