Eye Contact

Gage kneels before Nino, his lips parting to envelop the smooth, hardening length of Nino's cock. He sucks with deliberate hunger, tongue swirling around the shaft as his hands grip Nino's thighs. Then Gage shifts lower, spreading those firm cheeks to trace his tongue along the sensitive crack, rimming deep and teasing, drawing soft moans from Nino's throat. Nino's breath quickens, his body arching into the wet heat. Soon, he pulls Gage up, returning the favor with equal fervor—lips sliding down Gage's throbbing cock, then dipping to lap at his tight hole, savoring every quiver. The air thickens with their shared desire. Nino rises, slick fingers probing Gage's entrance before he thrusts in, pumping with steady, building rhythm. Gage's muscles clench, his release crashing like a storm: thick blasts of mancream shower Nino's upturned face, hot ropes painting his skin. Nino doesn't stop, driving harder until his own climax seizes him. He pulls out at the last second, stroking furiously as his wad erupts, spilling across Gage in a sticky, triumphant arc.