Damon knocked on the door, his tall, broad-chested frame filling the frame like he owned the hallway. Luke swung it open barefoot, slender and charming with a flirty glint in his eye. 'Well, if it isn't the new neighbor built like a brick wall. Come in, Damon—I've been waiting to corrupt the straight guy next door.'
Damon stepped inside, already feeling the pull despite himself. 'Just here for a drink, Luke. Keep it friendly.'
Luke laughed, circling him with graceful steps. 'Friendly? Darling, you're sweating already and we haven't even started. Tell me, does that big body come with an even bigger secret?'
'You're bold for a twink who wanders around half-dressed,' Damon shot back, but his voice wavered as Luke's fingers brushed his arm.
'Oh, I like them tall and broad-shouldered. Makes the seduction more fun when they pretend they're not horny.' Luke leaned in close, his breath warm. 'Admit it, Damon—I'm making your cock hard already.'
Damon's resistance cracked as Luke pressed against him, guiding his hand to a firm ass. 'Fuck, Luke... this is crazy.'
'Crazy hot,' Luke purred, dropping to his knees with a wicked smile. He freed Damon's well-hung cock, already throbbing and hard. 'Look at this beast—straight guys always have the best surprises.' He licked slowly, turning it into a wet, dripping blowjob that had Damon panting.
Luke stood, strong and unyielding, pushing Damon toward the couch. 'My tight pussy is dripping for you. No submission here, big boy—I'm taking what I want.' Clothes shed in a rush, bodies sweating as Luke straddled him, guiding that massive cock into his ass with a gasp. They moved together, panting and horny, until Damon came hard, cum spilling deep while Luke rode out his own explosive release.
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