Howlers

Ink, muscle and fur tangle up on the bed. Drew Sebastian and Dolf Dietrich bite at each other’s mouths, hands sliding over harness straps and the open fronts of their leather jocks. Drew ducks down, tongue working the length of Dolf’s thick shaft, catching spit and pre that slide toward the balls. They roll into a sixty-nine, throats opening around each other until Dolf kicks both boots in the air and spreads wide. Drew snaps on gloves, scoops thick lube from the bucket, then takes the ridged cone. He works it in segment by segment, each ring stretching Dolf wider before the next pushes deeper. When the toy comes out, Drew’s fist slides in, each knuckle announced out loud. Dolf’s hole stays slick and open. Drew moves him through position after position, fucking him hard until he pulls out and paints Dolf’s taint with hot cum.