The small apartment in Trastevere felt like their entire world. Thick curtains blocked the Roman sunlight, and the only sounds were their heavy breathing and the wet slap of skin against skin.Luca had Adrian bent over the dining table, trousers shoved down to his ankles. He thrust into him with deep, powerful strokes, one hand fisted in Adrian’s hair, the other gripping his hip hard enough to bruise.“Fuck, you feel perfect,” Luca growled, slamming into him again. “So tight even after I have fucked you for days. This hole was made for my cock.”Adrian moaned loudly, cheek pressed against the wooden table. Every thrust sent sparks of pleasure through his body. Luca’s thick cock stretched him open beautifully, hitting that sensitive spot with ruthless accuracy.“Harder,” Adrian gasped. “Please, Luca.”Luca snarled and gave him exactly what he wanted. He fucked him faster, deeper, the table creaking beneath them. The obscene sound of his balls slapping against Adrian’s ass filled the ro
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