Get Me Off!

In the hushed intimacy of their private quarters, Felix Barca and Race Cooper waste no time. They collide in a frenzy of deep, devouring kisses, hands fumbling at belts and zippers to free each other's hardening cocks. Felix dives in first, lost in the dark allure of Race's body. He grazes his teeth over those firm nipples, then takes that long, thick shaft into his mouth, sucking with greedy abandon. Race arches back, pleasure coiling tight through him with every wet pull, his fingers tangled in Felix's hair, urging the rhythm deeper, faster. Felix devours him like a man starved, slurping and swallowing as if he'll never have enough. They shift, and Race claims his share. He buries his face in the soft fuzz of Felix's abs, swallowing that uncut length whole in one bold thrust. Felix bucks wildly, teetering on the edge, his body quaking as release threatens to spill too soon. But Felix turns the tables, prying apart Race's plump cheeks to plunge his tongue into that tight heat. He snakes a hand beneath, yanking Race's swollen cock backward for another fierce suck. Race's hole pulses under the assault—each flick and probe sending shivers racing up his spine. He gasps, a low cry escaping, body trembling with need that demands satisfaction. Ready now, Felix drives his cock deep into Race's ass, pounding with raw force. His palm cracks against those ebony curves, drawing whimpers and pleas from Race, who begs for harder, more. They flip again, Race taking charge, slamming into Felix with relentless speed. Felix's cheeks flush hot, his hand flying over his own shaft in frantic strokes. Pain and ecstasy twist his features; he grunts, spilling his load in thick ropes. Race thrusts a few more times, then withdraws with a guttural groan, painting Felix's stomach with his own hot release. Exhausted and sated, the rivals seal their truce in a cascade of tender, lingering kisses.