Dirty Dreaming

Dylan Fox's fingers danced over Alex Carrington's lapels, easing the tailored suit jacket from his broad shoulders. He knelt, unbuckling the belt with deliberate slowness, then tugged the trousers down, freeing Alex's hardening cock. Dylan leaned in, lips parting to take him deep, tongue swirling along the shaft in wet, teasing strokes. Alex groaned, his hand threading through Dylan's hair, urging him on. Craving a sharper edge, Alex pulled Dylan up, spinning him around. He peeled back Dylan's jeans, exposing the firm curve of his ass. Fingers slick with spit probed the tight ring, stretching and teasing until Dylan arched, begging wordlessly. Alex grinned, grabbing a ripe banana from the bedside—its skin yellow and smooth. He slit it open, sliding the soft, curved fruit inside Dylan inch by inch, watching it disappear into the heat. Dylan gasped, the cool intrusion melting against his warmth. But Alex wanted more. He discarded the fruit, positioning his own throbbing length—his hot banana, pulsing with need. He thrust in deep, hips snapping forward in a relentless rhythm. Dylan clutched the sheets, moans spilling out as Alex fucked him solid, each plunge claiming him fully, bodies slick and locked in raw, unyielding pleasure.