Ethan Sinns and Rew Lobo survey the post-shoot chaos, their eyes snagging on a shelf of oversized dildos. Rew quirks a brow, stripping off his gloves. “Think you could handle that?” Ethan challenges, nodding to a thick, veined toy. Rew smirks, bending over a prop table, ass in the air. “Prove me wrong.”

Ethan lubes the toy, tongue first lapping at Rew’s hole before pressing the silicone in slow. Rew’s knuckles whiten, his breath hitching as the stretch burns. “More,” he grits out, and Ethan obliges, adding a second toy, then replacing them with his fist, fingers curling inside Rew’s slackened rim.

Ethan’s cock throbs, neglected, until Rew rasps, “Breed me raw.” Ethan slams into him, Rew’s ass clenching around both dick and fist, the dual stretch drawing ragged moans. Rew’s own cock drips untouched, his muscles trembling as Ethan pistons harder, sweat dripping onto the studio floor.

Ethan spills deep, Rew’s hole gaping around his retreating hand. “Still think you can handle it?” Ethan pants. Rew collapses onto the dildo-strewn table, grinning. “Round two.”