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Drake Wild lingers alone in the locker room, the air thick with anticipation, when Sebastian Rossi slips in. Drake's thoughts whirl as he peels off his clothes, eyes flicking toward Sebastian. Sebastian faces away, but he watches too—sharp, alert. Neither admits the gaze, though they both feel the pull. Drake's fingers knead the bulging pouch of his black jockstrap, a deliberate tease that draws Sebastian nearer. One sly reveal, and Sebastian's hooked. He dives in first, swallowing deep with hollowed cheeks, suction fierce and unrelenting. Drake's cut cock swells fat and commanding, ideal for lips that grip, a tongue that swirls, fingers that stroke, or a throat that engulfs. Drake's turn comes; he attacks the suck with raw hunger, his firm buns curving into view from the side—a silent invitation. Sebastian talks dirty, dictating the rhythm, then smacks his uncut cock against Drake's cheek, demanding precision. Drake nails it, leaving Sebastian's torso slick with spit, trails glistening down his chest. Climax hits Sebastian like a storm—eyes rolling back, face twisting in wild query, ropes of cum arcing out in perfect, looping question marks. Drake rises, lines up his shot, and unloads across Sebastian's rippled abs, marking the territory with hot precision.