Under Covers

Dino DiMarco sinks into the warm embrace of Tony Piagi, another hustler carving out solace in the city's underbelly. Their lips meet in a hungry kiss, tongues dancing as hands roam freely in the bubbling jacuzzi. Tony pulls Dino close, the water lapping at their skin like a lover's whisper. He turns Dino around, spreads those firm cheeks, and dives in—tongue tracing slow, teasing circles before plunging deep, rimming him with a fervor that draws low moans from Dino's throat. Minutes stretch into a haze of steam and desire. Dino takes charge now, his fingers slick with poolside lube as he eases them into Tony's tight heat—one, then two, sliding in and out with deliberate rhythm. Tony arches, gasping, his body begging for more. Dino obliges, pressing Tony against the pool's edge. He thrusts home with long, hard strokes, each one pounding deep, their hips slamming together in a slick, relentless cadence. They chase release side by side, arms wrapped tight around each other's waists. Hands grip cocks, stroking in unison—fierce, urgent pulls that build and crest. Cum spills hot and thick, mingling in the water as they shudder together, breaths ragged, bodies spent in perfect harmony.