Dmitry Osten Barebacks Gabriel Ryder

Gabriel Ryder was losing himself in the Madrid evening when a figure on the plaza stopped him cold. It was Dmitry Osten, his gaze a direct challenge. Conversation was brief, a prelude. Soon, Gabriel Ryder was following Dmitry Osten up a winding staircase.

Behind a closed door, the pretense of strangers vanished. Gabriel’s hands explored the hard lines of Dmitry’s back. It was Dmitry Osten who took control, his mouth a hot brand on Gabriel Ryder’s neck, then lower. In turn, Gabriel Ryder tasted the salt and heat of Dmitry Osten. The give and take was raw, unhurried. Then Dmitry Osten turned Gabriel Ryder over, his tongue tracing a path that made Gabriel gasp. When Dmitry Osten finally entered him, it was a seamless claiming. The city hummed below, but all Gabriel Ryder knew was the relentless rhythm of Dmitry Osten.