He opens one eye and can see the camera in the corner of his vision. It’s raised and pointing at them again, at him.Brett’s half-turned from their kiss to watch as he fires off another shot, and a third. “Brett,” Johnny growls. “Put it away already, will you?”
One final snap, and the camera falls to the bed. Brett takes control of the moment, pushing Johnny back to lay him down across the mattress. Their kisses turn heated, their breath comes fast and hot, and they pause only to retrieve a lubricated condom from the table next to Brett’s side of the bed. On his back, Johnny spreads his legs wide, his feet on Brett’s knees, as his lover rolls the condom onto his thick erection. Then Brett crawls over him, his dick poking between Johnny’s ass cheeks, and his ardent kisses distract Johnny from the slow burn that spirals through his groin as Brett eases into him. They find a steady rhythm that knocks the headboard against the wall and makes them both moan with delight.