Hooked

Colby Taylor and his lifetime exclusive partner, Matthew Rush, have always burned with unspoken desire, their eyes locking in silent hunger across crowded rooms. Yet they've never dared voice it, the words caught like thorns in their throats. One lazy afternoon, an innocent wrestling match on the living room floor cracks the facade. Colby pins Matthew with a grin, muscles straining against sweat-slick skin. Laughter fades into heavy breaths. Hands wander, bold now, tracing the hard lines of abs and the swell of arousal pressing through denim. Matthew flips Colby onto his back, lips crashing down in a kiss that tastes of pent-up years. They strip away barriers—shirts torn off, pants shoved down—bodies colliding in raw, urgent rhythm. Colby's cock throbs as Matthew's mouth engulfs it, tongue swirling with expert tease. They plunge deeper, Colby thrusting into Matthew's tight heat, groans echoing like confessions finally freed. In the tangle of limbs and release, they surrender, admitting what their bodies screamed all along.