Breaking & Entering

Cazden Hunter slips through the window like he owns the place, sniffing the air for dirty underwear. He gets less than a minute before Apollo Fates catches him. One shove and Cazden drops to his knees, then to all fours. Apollo spreads those cheeks and buries his tongue deep, licking and teasing till the hole twitches open. Lube glistens on his fingers. He pushes one in, then two, working them slow before the whole hand sinks past the knuckles. Cazden moans into the mattress while Apollo twists and pumps, stretching the smooth ring till it stays wide, red insides on show. Apollo flips the script fast. He strips, plants his own ass over Cazden’s face, and the two sixty-nine on the bed. Each man fists the other, wrist-deep, while they jerk their heavy cocks. Sweat and lube mix. Apollo comes first, shooting across Cazden’s chest; Cazden follows, painting his own stomach and Apollo’s hand. They stay locked together, breathing hard, still buried to the wrist.