What Goes Around

Angelo steps through the door, eyes widening at the trail of clothes scattered across the floor like forgotten promises. There stands Erik Rhodes, skin still damp from the shower, a sly grin lighting his face. 'What happened here?' Angelo asks, kicking aside a stray sock. Erik waves off the question with a low chuckle. 'I'm just happy to see you,' he murmurs, voice thick with intent, 'and I want to get down to business right now.' No room for words. Erik pulls Angelo close, lips crashing together in a hungry kiss. He guides Angelo's head down, pressing his mouth to his hard, cut cock. The sight of it erases every thought of the mess—Angelo opens wide, gulping and gagging as the massive meat fills his face, saliva soon drenching it in a slick sheen. Erik fucks his throat with expert rhythm, hips thrusting like a piston. Then he shoves Angelo onto the bed, his wet mouth claiming Angelo's cock and ass in turn, tongue swirling with wicked precision. Erik preps that tight hole, fingers and lips teasing until it's ready. With a groan, he plunges his thick cock deep into the bubbled ass, pounding like a relentless machine. He flips Angelo onto all fours, slamming in from behind—deeper, harder, each thrust building the fire. Gobs of milky white cum erupt, soaking Angelo's leg and the sheets in sticky evidence. Erik pulls out at last, unloading his hot load across Angelo's back in pulsing waves. They collapse together, bodies spent, drifting into that sweet little death. What goes around... cums around.