Luca Knight Bottoms For Theo Brady

Theo Brady’s sprawled on the rooftop terrace couch, cock straining his jeans, when Luca Knight vaults the railing. Their silent pact: Luca’s tongue laves Theo’s shaft through denim before yanking it free. Theo’s groan drowns in the sunset as Luca impales himself, riding backward with a violence that cracks the wicker frame.

They collapse into the cushions, Luca’s hole glistening until Theo flips him, pinning his wrists. “Earn it,” he grunts, thrusting past Luca’s rim. Luca’s throat works Theo’s tip as his ass takes the rest, split and shaking. Theo’s finale? Hooking Luca’s ankles over the patio heater, pistoning into him until cum spurts onto the smoldering coils. The sizzle matches Luca’s rasped “YES”—Theo’s palm smacks his ass, branding approval.