Giants Part 1

D.O. lounges in the steaming bath, eyes tracing Francesco D'Macho's steady hand as he shaves. Razor glides smooth over skin, and once done, Francesco saunters over, drawn like a magnet to his lover. Their mouths crash together in a deep, hungry kiss. Lips part, tongues tangle, each breath heavy with the musky scent of skin, the salty tang of sweat and desire. Francesco pulls back just enough to point his uncut cock at D.O.'s face. D.O. inhales deep, savoring the earthy aroma of foreskin, then nips at it playfully with his teeth. He takes the thick shaft whole, lips sealing tight around the base, throat relaxing to claim every inch. Francesco groans low, a rumble of pure bliss, lost in the hot pull of his partner's mouth. D.O. rises from the tub, water cascading off his body, his own cock thrusting forward, rigid and commanding. Francesco drops to his knees without a word, mouth gaping wide. He engulfs it, saliva coating the length in slick waves that ease the deep, rhythmic slides. D.O. turns his gaze to Francesco's ass, parts those full cheeks with firm hands, and plunges his tongue inside, probing deep and insistent. Francesco melts under the touch, yielding completely, begging silently for more. D.O. mounts him then, driving into that tight heat with steady thrusts. Francesco's face twists in that exquisite ache of pleasure-pain; his breaths come in ragged gasps, building to frantic heaves as the pounding quickens. D.O. pulls out to rim him again, tongue swirling over the stretched rim, before slamming back in, claiming the manhole over and over. Finally, hands fly to their cocks, stroking hard and fast until release hits them both—waves of cum spilling in unison, sealing the raw, shared ecstasy.