I Want You

Sunlight bathes them in golden warmth, the forested valley sprawling below like a secret kept just for two. D.O. and Connor Maguire melt into each other's solid grip, lips crashing in a fierce, hungry kiss. Connor drops to his knees, eyes locked on the thick shaft rising proud from D.O.'s groin. He takes it in, mouth working with greedy rhythm, bobbing deep to swallow every inch of that massive length. D.O. flips him around, bends him over. His tongue dives into Connor's sweet, tight hole, lapping and sucking with slow, teasing strokes. He spits into the puckered crease, blows cool air to make it clench, then slides two fingers inside, twisting just enough to spark fire in them both. Connor straddles him now, perching atop D.O.'s broad frame. He sinks down, bouncing hard on that fat cock, riding the stretch and burn. They shift—D.O. behind, gripping hips, plunging in from the rear. Each thrust slams home, pulling moans from deep in their throats, desire coiling tighter with every slick slide. D.O. can't hold back. He pulls free, strokes himself furious and fast, spilling ropes of cum across Connor's heaving chest. Connor grips his own dick, squeezes out his release—hot spurts blasting everywhere, marking the moment in sticky triumph.