Round Robin?
Justin pushed up against Brian with an urgency he couldn’t control. His dick ground heatedly against the leather-encased leg thrust between his thighs, as the lights of Babylon danced around them. Glitter rained down, all colors of the rainbow…
A hot tongue, tracing the taut line of his arched neck…
Firm hands held his hips in place as Brian rutted against him, sending sparks of ecstacy through Justin.
God, he lived for these times. When they were one, when words didn’t matter, when life boiled down to the simple pleasure of dick in ass/in mouth/ in hand…
He moaned loudly as Brian dove deeper, grasping his cheeks with both hands and pulling him wide. He was a slave… a slave to Brian’s cock. He would do whatever he needed, whatever was asked of him, with no questions, no regrets… he was born to serve this cock.
And if someone would take it from here, I’d be much obliged…
A hot tongue, tracing the taut line of his arched neck…
Firm hands held his hips in place as Brian rutted against him, sending sparks of ecstacy through Justin.
God, he lived for these times. When they were one, when words didn’t matter, when life boiled down to the simple pleasure of dick in ass/in mouth/ in hand…
He moaned loudly as Brian dove deeper, grasping his cheeks with both hands and pulling him wide. He was a slave… a slave to Brian’s cock. He would do whatever he needed, whatever was asked of him, with no questions, no regrets… he was born to serve this cock.
And if someone would take it from here, I’d be much obliged…