He’s got his pants around his ankles in what looks like a hallway or some kind of public space. His cock is out, uncut, and already stiff. Another guy is on his knees in front of him, pulling the foreskin back with his lips. Anyone could walk by.
The bottom stands up and bends over, hands flat against the wall. The top spits on his hand, wipes it on himself, and pushes in. The bottom’s breath catches but he doesn’t pull away. The top grabs his hips and starts thrusting — not gentle, not rough either, just consistent.
There’s a moment where someone’s footstep echoes from somewhere nearby. They both freeze for a second. Then the top shrugs and keeps going. The bottom laughs once, quiet, and pushes back into it.
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