Bang!

Luke Sabre's fingers wrapped around Enrico Vega's thick shaft, stroking with a firm, teasing rhythm that made Enrico's hips buck. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against the swollen head, before taking it deep into his mouth. Sucking slow at first, then faster, Luke savored the salty pulse, his tongue swirling like a secret promise. Enrico groaned, his voice rough gravel. 'That's it, boy, work that cock like you own it. Make me fucking explode.' Luke pulled back, eyes locked on Enrico's, and flipped him around. Kneeling behind, he spread those firm cheeks and dove in. His tongue traced the tight ring, probing with wet, insistent laps that had Enrico cursing under his breath. 'Yeah, eat that ass, you filthy tease. Get in there deep.' They switched in a heated blur. Enrico's mouth claimed Luke's rigid length, sucking hard and heavy, cheeks hollowing with each pull. Luke's hands fisted in Enrico's hair, thighs trembling. Then Enrico spun him, tongue spearing into Luke's hole—relentless, slick circles that burned like fire. 'Beg for it,' Enrico growled between licks. 'Tell me how bad you need this.' Enrico came first, his release spilling hot and thick across Luke's tongue as he milked every drop. But Luke wasn't done. He knelt there, voice breaking, eyes wild. 'More,' he pleaded. 'God, Enrico, give me more.'