Jules and Harry Fall In Lust

Havermouth, Present Time

Harry tossed their hair back, rising over Jules in a glory of gold and muscle as they straddled his hips, pinning Jules’ c-ck against his body and grinding into it. Jules moaned, stroking his hands up Harry’s thighs and closing his hand over Harry’s c-ck. Harry laughed, a delighted, breathless sound the rang in the room and they closed their hand over Jules’ gently guiding him and sharing their pleasure.

Jules’ was awash in sensation. Harry’s balls were a soft heavy weight on his own and the undersides of their c-cks were pressed tightly together with every rock of Harry’s hips as they rode Jules like a horse, the muscles in their thighs shifting with the movement, and the tails of their hair brushing over Jules’ skin as they lifted their jaw, eyes closing, decadently revelling in their bodies together.

There was a tube of lube on the mattress next to Jules’ chest, Harry having generously applied it between them both, the cold of it and the playful grin on Har