Hand It To You

In Hand It To You, Apollo Fates locks eyes with Blaze Austin before burying his face between those cheeks. He works his tongue deep, slow and deliberate, tasting every inch. Blaze groans, legs spread wide, letting Apollo’s fingers slide in one by one. Apollo’s piercing catches the light as his fist follows, opening Blaze with ruthless patience. The stretch is total, each thrust deeper, each knuckle disappearing until Blaze’s hole grips tight around the wrist. They trade positions, Blaze now taking Apollo’s thick shaft, driving in hard while Apollo strokes his own piercing. Sweat beads. Breath hitches. The rhythm builds until both men shake through the final release.