Blur

Colby strides into the dimly lit lounge, ready to hash things out with his friends, the weight of Jeremy's ghost still clinging to him. But surprise awaits: they've summoned Jason Law, that chiseled distraction with a healer's touch and a devil's grin, to melt away the ache. Law's strong hands knead Colby's shoulders first, thumbs digging deep into knotted muscles, unraveling tension with oiled precision. The massage turns electric as Law's tongue traces Colby's spine, warm and insistent, dipping lower to lap at the curve of his ass, savoring every inch like forbidden fruit. Colby's cock stiffens, throbbing with need, and Law engulfs it whole—swallowing deep, throat working in rhythmic pulls that draw a guttural moan from Colby's lips. They trade places, mouths hungry and slick, cocks sliding between lips in a fevered dance of give and take. Breath ragged, Colby positions himself behind, pressing his hard length against Law's tight entrance. He enters slow, gentle thrusts building that exquisite burn, then ramps up the pace—pounding harder, hips snapping with raw urgency. Law shudders and erupts, sticky ropes of cum splattering across his own taut abdomen. Undeterred, Colby drives on, relentless in Jason's clenching heat, until ecstasy crashes over him. He pulls out at the last second, unleashing thick spurts of his release over Law's smooth, sweat-glistened body, marking him in the afterglow.