Flex

The gym falls silent, empty at last. Kane O'Farrell claims Jason Hawke entirely. He grips those firm cheeks, spreading them wide. His thick cock presses against Jason's tight hole, teasing for a heartbeat. Then Kane thrusts in deep, filling him with a single, relentless push. Jason gasps, arching back, his bubble-butt clenching around the invasion. They move together, sweat-slicked and urgent—Kane's hips snapping forward in a rhythm that builds like thunder. Jason moans low, pushing against him, urging more. Kane's hands roam, one tangling in Jason's hair, the other pinning his waist. The air thickens with their grunts and the wet slap of skin. Climax hits like a storm: Kane buries himself to the hilt, spilling hot inside Jason's pulsing heat. Jason shudders, his own release streaking the bench beneath them. Passion spent, they collapse, entwined in the afterglow.