The mattress dips as they meet in the middle. They align without hurry, letting patience lead the pace. They follow the same unspoken cue toward the center. The rhythm tightens once, then opens into calm. They keep the last inch of closeness on purpose.
Nothing beats getting up within the morning hours to nice sunlight like golden-boy. That delicious small breakfast butt truly gets his crowing when he has this satisfaction.
Warm air gathers over the sheets while they inch closer. Hands learn the map they already know by heart. The room narrows to breath and heartbeat. The rhythm tightens once, then opens into calm. They wrap the blanket higher and rest together.
Otto Mann climbs on top of him, showing off hisharddick.. and when they catch eye of each others cocks they start sucking each other off on the massage table.. this shit is so hot..
Night air slips past the window while the sheets welcome them. A slow kiss lands first; the next one answers with confidence. A shared cadence grows certain, simple and true. A hush arrives at the peak and stays a moment longer. Nothing moves but their breath, steady and kind.
