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Ryan Rose and Nick Sterling collide like magnets drawn from opposite ends of the room, their bodies slamming together in urgent need. Identical tighty whities cling to them, the fabric stretched taut over bulging hard-ons that turn sheer with tension. The tops of their ass cracks peek out, teasing promises. Ryan's skin gleams smooth and oiled, his dark five o'clock shadow sharpening his raw appeal. Nick's broad chest sprouts a thick fur, a shadowy trail snaking down to the bulge that begs for attention. From the first heated glance, it's obvious: they crave each other completely, no holds barred. They both hunger for it all. Cocks vanish into eager mouths with sloppy enthusiasm, swallowed deep and sucked hard. Greedy asses arch up, demanding tongues to lap and probe, then thick dicks to stretch and pound them full. The real action ignites when Ryan climbs behind Nick, gripping those high, meaty buns and thrusting in with fierce rhythm, driving them both toward shuddering bliss. Ryan drops to the floor next, knees digging into the plush carpet, his back curving into a sleek arch. His stubbled chin grinds against the fibers as Nick hammers into him from above, relentless and deep. Nick flips the script then, straddling Ryan's hips and impaling himself, riding that cock with wild abandon until it nails his prostate just right. Cum erupts from him in uncontrollable spurts, painting the air with his release. Ryan pulls out soon after, feeding his load straight into Nick's waiting mouth. Nick devours every thick drop, tongue swirling to lick him spotless. The taste sends Nick over the edge again—he blasts a second round across his own abs, ropes of heat splattering his furred skin.