Drips

Desire needs no translation. Axel lies back, hole already slick. Viktor Rom looms above him, uncut cock thick and heavy, spit falling from his mouth in slow strings that land on Axel's hairy crack. Viktor pushes two fingers in first, then three, then his whole fist, knuckles stretching the rim wide. Axel grunts, pushes down, takes more. Spit runs over Viktor's wrist. He works the hole open, fisting deeper until only his forearm shows. Viktor pulls out, lines up his cock, and drives in raw. Every thrust makes wet noises. He spits again, fucks harder, fist and cock trading places, both men breathing through clenched teeth while the wet hole takes whatever they give it.