Smoke Screen

Danny Houston's fingers tangle in Roe Blaxton's dark curls, guiding his mouth down with a firm, insistent pull. Roe's lips stretch wide around Danny's thick cock, tongue swirling in lazy, teasing circles that draw a low groan from deep in Danny's chest. Saliva glistens on the shaft, dripping in slick trails as Roe bobs faster, cheeks hollowing with each hungry suck. Danny's hips buck, fucking Roe's throat in shallow thrusts that make the air hum with wet, rhythmic slaps. They shift, breaths ragged. Danny presses Roe against the cool tile of the bathroom counter, lathering his jaw with foamy cream. The razor glides smooth, scraping away stubble in precise strokes, exposing the taut skin beneath. Roe's eyes lock on Danny's, a spark of mischief there as the blade whispers over his flesh—sensual, intimate, each pass heightening the electric tension coiling between them. Danny rinses the last traces away, his touch lingering, thumb tracing the fresh-shaven line like a promise. No more teasing. Danny spins Roe around, bends him over the sink. Roe arches his back, ass presented like an offering, cheeks spread wide by Danny's strong hands. Danny slicks his cock with spit and pre-cum, then drives in—hard, ferocious, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Roe gasps, fingers clawing the porcelain, body jolting with every savage pound that follows. Danny grips his hips, skin slapping skin in a frenzy of raw need, fucking Roe's ass with relentless fury until sweat beads on their bodies and the room echoes with their shared, guttural cries.