Trapped, Part 2

Fuzzy-chested stud cub Dan Rider locks eyes with Kyle Lewis across the dimly lit room, his gaze heavy with hunger. Todd Maxwell steps in, his broad shoulders flexing as he pulls them close, hands roaming over heated skin. They tangle together on the rumpled sheets—Dan's rough stubble scraping Kyle's neck while Todd grips his hips, thrusting deep with a growl that echoes through the air. Sweat slicks their bodies, breaths ragged and urgent, cocks sliding slick and relentless in a frenzy of raw, unbridled need. They take turns, pounding and yielding, moans building to a fever pitch until release crashes over them, leaving the sheets drenched and every muscle spent, craving the next round.