Nighthawken - Enhanced

From his shadowed table, the patron's gaze lingers on the bar where Roman Gregor, the bartender with a sly smile, locks eyes with Kristoff Junas. Their flirtation crackles like dry tinder—quick glances, teasing words—until Junas's arousal strains against his trousers, a insistent bulge begging for release. Gregor leans in first, lips brushing Junas's neck. Hands roam. Clothes slip away in a heated rush. They trade eager sucks, mouths devouring with hungry precision: Gregor on his knees, then Junas returning the favor, throats working in rhythmic greed. Soon, Gregor bends Junas over the polished bar top, thrusts deep and relentless. The air thickens with their gasps. Junas climaxes first, spilling hot across the wood. Gregor follows, pulling out to mark him with a second, pulsing release—two creamy crescendos sealing their reckless union.