Ace In The Hole

Ace Stallion holds the debt and the cell. Declan Blake has the hole to pay it. Declan drops to his knees, throat open, and takes Ace all the way down until his nose presses tight to skin. Spit runs down his chin. When Ace wants more, Declan turns, hands on the cot, and Ace pushes straight in. Bareback. No lube but what they make. Each thrust lands heavy. Declan takes it, grunts low, keeps his ass up. Still not enough. Ace pulls out, knuckles up, and starts working his way inside. First one fist, slow, then the second. Declan’s rim stretches wide, then closes around both wrists. Ace pushes deeper until his hands vanish and Declan’s hole grips the muscle of his forearms. Declan flips onto his back, legs spread and shaking. Ace keeps punching in and out, faster, deeper, the slick sound filling the cell. Declan’s cock spits sudden ropes across his abs while Ace’s fists keep owning the wrecked hole, in, out, in again until the debt feels paid and the night is anything but quiet.