Retreat

Will Helm and Roman Heart crave to elevate their flawless morning into something sublime. The breakfast croissants sit forgotten on the table—those flaky indulgences pale beside Will's taut, sculpted frame. Roman hungers for a different feast: tracing his teeth along that chiseled chest, then devouring the thick, uncut cock that thrusts proudly from Will's neatly groomed groin. He attacks it with raw enthusiasm, tongue swirling along the shaft's full length, lips stretching wide to claim the foreskin-shrouded head and swallow it deep into his throat. Power shifts in an instant. Will seizes command, dropping to his knees to worship Roman's rigid length with expert suction, then burying his face between those firm cheeks to lap and probe the tight entrance. He positions Roman forward, bending him over, and drives his own throbbing member inside that eager hole. Roman takes every inch with a gasp, arching into the invasion. Soon, he flips onto his back, legs hoisted high, pleading for Will to plunge even deeper. Will obliges with relentless, pounding strokes, building to a fever pitch before pulling out and unleashing thick ropes of cum across Roman's skin. Will doesn't relent. He descends once more, mouth enveloping Roman's swollen cock, bobbing with fierce determination until the tension shatters—Roman erupts in pulsing waves of release.