Adam rose fluidly, his disciplined build moving with unconscious grace even now, his face a mask of conflicted surrender. His muscular physique was imposing, a testament to physical power and protection, now laid bare and vulnerable. Gay porn Dean groaned, his hips jerking. “Dean, clean Simon up”.Dean is standing in the middle of the room, watching the Pillar and the Sentinel amidst the ruins of their former world, bound together now only by their shared submission to the Unconscious Catalyst. He stopped directly behind the older man, close enough to feel the heat radiating from Simon’s body, to smell the expensive sandalwood cologne now underscored by sweat and the musk of recent sex. “I didn’t expect—”“Didn’t you?” Dean cut him off, his voice calm but resonant, filling the expansive, minimalist space. “Dean… He leaned in, his tongue warm and wet, licking a broad stripe up the length of Dean’s shaft where it emerged from Simon’s body, gathering the mixture of spit and Simon’s arousal. They sat side by side on the edge of the plush cushions, the cityscape sprawling behind them, a backdrop to their surrender. “Wrong.” He tightened his grip, turning Simon forcefully to face Adam, who was now looking up, his disciplined mask fracturing completely under the weight of the confrontation.
