Try again.”“…Your man.”Tre smirked. Gay porn But tonight… he’s yours.”Tre crouched, voice low. Jax moaned around it, deep and guttural, as his lips slid down the thick shaft, burying his throat against the base.“Good,” Tre whispered, stroking his head once. One sentence texts. You followed.”The man swallowed hard. Naked. No concierge. Tre’s fingers dug in.“You been thinkin’ about this?” he whispered.Jax grunted. The air was heavier in here—closer. Then turned him over, face down, ass up, lips parted.He didn’t plug him.Didn’t need to.Tre worked him open slowly, palm flat on the small of his back, keeping him grounded as his fingers teased and circled.Micah shook, moaning harder. Smoothed his hand down the red-marked cheeks.“You did well.”The man nodded, panting. Just stood close, staring down.The man’s breath shifted, just once.That was enough.“Open wider,” Tre said—low. Skin flushed from the prep. One deep breath and he slid off his pants, then stepped back into the room wearing only his briefs, the thick imprint of his cock already rising.He stood over Jax.“Hands behind your back.”Jax obeyed.Tre stepped around front and gripped his chin, lifting his face. Not nervous. Lean waist. Head bowed.Jax didn’t look up. Jax’s lips parted slightly—but not from words. Said to bring the same stillness and power he’d been building for weeks.
