Break In

Arik Travis and Steve Cody slink through the shadows, convinced they're master thieves cracking a silent suburban house under moonlit calm. Their fingers pry at locks with clumsy precision, hearts pounding like muffled drums. But Alex Thomas, alert and unyielding, bursts upon them mid-act, eyes sharp as shattered glass. The fumbling pair freeze, tools clattering to the floor. In that charged instant, Alex's voice cuts the air: forget the loot. Their night veers into something far more intimate, raw commands twisting fear into fevered surrender. Arik's shirt rips open under Alex's grip, exposing taut skin that begs for touch. Steve stumbles back, only to be pulled close, lips crashing against his in a bruising kiss that tastes of adrenaline and want. Hands roam freely now—Alex's fingers tracing the hard lines of Arik's chest, pinching nipples until they peak like secrets revealed. Steve's pants drop, his cock springing free, thick and throbbing, as Alex strokes it with deliberate slowness, thumb circling the slick head. They drop to their knees in unison, mouths eager, tongues swirling over Alex's exposed length, sucking deep while hands knead thighs and balls. The room fills with wet sounds, gasps breaking the quiet like thunderclaps. Alex thrusts forward, claiming throats in turn, until release spills hot and urgent down willing gullets. What began as burglary ends in tangled limbs and spent breaths, the house no longer quiet but alive with their shared, illicit rhythm.