Sex Pad

Ryan Rose guides Dorian Ferro into the Sex Pad, their hands already yanking at shirts and pants. Clothes scatter like discarded secrets. Dorian's broad chest and those full, rounded ass cheeks catch the light, dusted with just enough dark hair to tease. Ryan stands in sharp contrast—lean, smooth, his chiseled abs rippling with every flex, a living sculpture of desire. Their kiss ignites; Dorian's tongue dances relentlessly, claiming Ryan's mouth with bold, hungry strokes. Dorian drops to his knees, unleashing his talents. He engulfs Ryan's cock with deep, sucking pulls, lips gliding tight while his tongue swirls in wicked patterns. Saliva mixes with pre-cum, leaving Ryan's shaft gleaming, slick and throbbing. Ryan growls low, 'Gimme that ass.' Dorian spins without hesitation, arching to offer his prize—a butt sculpted for worship. Ryan dives in, his tongue plunging deep into the warm, yielding heat. Dorian's fingers clamp the back of Ryan's neck, holding him firm, urging him deeper. Dorian pushes back, his hole clenching and releasing in rhythmic pulses, muscles straining across his torso like taut cables ready to snap. A husky whisper escapes: 'Fuck me.' Ryan doesn't pause. Dorian's entrance glistens, slick and inviting; Ryan's cock sinks in to the hilt on the first thrust. Dorian counters with his full weight, hips slamming back, craving every inch buried deeper. Ryan reads the plea, ramps up the pace—pounding hard, relentless, each stroke fanning their fire into a roaring blaze. Lust surges, builds to a fever pitch. They teeter on the edge until release crashes over them. Dorian erupts first, ropes of cum spilling hot. Then he buries his tongue in Ryan's ass as Ryan unleashes, shooting thick streams that paint the walls in wild arcs. They pull on clothes after, but their cocks stay rigid, still buzzing from the raw intensity they'd just shared.