Arm-ageddon

Jace Eros wants to go out swinging. Luka Sage shows up ready to slam a fist straight up that eager ass, and Jace spreads wide without a second thought. Luka slides on the gloves, squirts lube over slick knuckles, and works his fingers into the tight, furry ring until the whole hand sinks in. Jace has never taken a fist before, so every twist and push feels like a fight, but Luka keeps the pressure steady until his wrist disappears. Once Jace is gaping and gasping, Luka steps back and tells him to do the work himself. Jace gloves up, slicks his own hand, and shoves it inside, knuckles stretching him raw while Luka watches over his shoulder. When he’s opened to the limit, Luka takes back control, driving in deeper. He feels Jace’s hole clench like it’s about to blow, so he stands, drops his cock against the soldier’s lips, and that’s enough—Jace shoots hard, ropes of cum splattering across the floor. No point wiping it up when everything’s about to burn.