Choose Me

Joshua Klein's fingers trace the taut line of John Robertson's jaw, pulling him closer until their breaths mingle in the heated air. Eyes locked, they strip away the barriers—shirts tossed aside, pants shoved down with urgent hands. Joshua's cock throbs, hardening against John's thigh, while John's own length swells, rigid and insistent, brushing Joshua's hip. Sweat beads on their skin, slick and warm, as lips crash together in a kiss that's all teeth and tongue. John's hand wraps around Joshua's shaft, stroking with a firm, deliberate rhythm that draws a low groan from deep in Joshua's chest. They grind closer, bodies sliding wetly, slick with pre-cum and desire, lost in the raw pulse of it all.