The lingering scent of smoke and ash clung to Will Horse’s uniform as he stood in Vadim Romanov’s doorway, a pillar of stoic authority answering a routine safety inspection call. Vadim Romanov, with a knowing glint in his eye, welcomed the firefighter inside, his lazy smile a clear invitation to disregard any official pretext. That shared look said everything; this inspection was about to delve into far more combustible materials. Vadim Romanov didn’t waste a second, dropping to his knees before the stunned but willing Will Horse, his hands working swiftly to free the impressive thickness straining against the dark uniform pants. The sight of Vadim Romanov taking all of Will Horse, deep and without hesitation, was a thing of beautiful, messy hunger.
They never made it farther than the living room floor. With a guttural growl, Will Horse took control, flipping Vadim Romanov onto his stomach with effortless strength. The view of Will Horse burying his face between Vadim Romanov’s smooth, spread cheeks was one of pure, unadulterated dedication. Then came the main event, the truly raw connection. Will Horse drove into him with a powerful, relentless rhythm, each thrust claiming Vadim Romanov completely. The sounds were a symphony of grunts and moans, of skin slapping against skin as Vadim Romanov writhed beneath the firefighter’s overwhelming strength. The climax was as intense as the act itself, with Will Horse finishing deep inside. When he finally withdrew, the evidence of their passionate encounter spilled from Vadim Romanov’s well-loved hole, a creamy testament to the unforgettable fire they had just stoked together.
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