Flex

Sweat glistens on Ace Hanson's chiseled frame after his grueling workout, every muscle taut and begging for release. He sinks onto the table, a low groan escaping his lips. Kane O'Farrell's eyes darken with hunger as he approaches, hands already slick with oil. Strong fingers dig into those broad shoulders first, kneading away the knots with firm, deliberate strokes. Ace arches, breath hitching. Kane's touch slides lower, thumbs pressing into the small of his back, tracing the curve of his ass. The air thickens with unspoken promise. Kane's palms glide over powerful thighs, parting them just enough to tease the sensitive skin beneath. Ace's cock stirs, hardening under the expert pressure. Kane doesn't stop there—his fingers wrap around that thickening shaft, stroking slow and sure, coaxing a slick bead of pre-cum to the tip. He leans in, breath hot against Ace's ear. 'More than a massage,' Kane murmurs, before his mouth claims what his hands have primed, sucking deep and relentless until Ace bucks and spills.