HIS FORBIDDEN MASTERPIECE
Paint tubes and brushes clattered to the floor.
“Here?” Lucas gasped, even as he tugged Damien’s belt open.
“No cameras. No staff this late.” Damien dropped to his knees, freeing Lucas’s cock and swallowing him down in one smooth motion. The blowjob was filthy and devoted wet sounds echoing in the empty gallery space. Lucas gripped the edge of the table, hips canting forward, moaning openly.
When he couldn’t wait any longer, Lucas hauled Damien up, spun him around, and bent him over the table. He slicked himself hastily and pushed inside, fucking Damien with deep, punishing strokes while stroking his cock.