Damon stood at Luke's door, his broad chest and shoulders filling the frame as the new neighbor swung it open with a sly grin. Luke, slender and barefoot on the cool floor, leaned against the jamb, his feminine charm radiating. "Well, if it isn't the tall drink of water next door. Come in, Damon—I've got wine and questions about that straight-laced vibe you're rocking." Damon chuckled, stepping inside. "Straight-laced? You're already flirting like it's your job, Luke. What's the game?" Luke's eyes sparkled as he poured drinks, circling closer. "No game, just honest attraction. You look like you'd rather pin me down than admit how horny I make you feel." Their witty banter heated up—Damon admitting the pull despite himself, Luke teasing back with sharp retorts about hidden desires. Soon, Luke's hand brushed Damon's thigh, and the tension exploded. Luke dropped to his knees, unzipping him. "Your cock is so hard already," he purred, taking Damon into a wet blowjob that left them both panting. Sweating and dripping with need, Damon flipped the script but Luke stayed strong, guiding him. "Fuck my tight pussy ass with that well-hung cock," Luke demanded, horny and assertive. Damon thrust deep, and they came hard, cum mixing as the explosive release left them gasping.
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