Xavier

I stride into Leo’s apartment alongside Noah, both of us in tight work shirts and jeans that hug our thick thighs and broad chests. Leo stands there looking flustered, and right away I notice how his thin shorts cling to his hips. He leads us to the washroom, and as he kneels down to point at the pipes behind the sink, those shorts slide lower. His ass crack comes into full view, smooth and inviting, no underwear in sight. My cock twitches in my pants at the sight. Noah glances at me with a knowing smirk, and I feel heat building between us.

“Right there, the noise starts when I flush,” Leo says, his voice a bit shaky as he stays bent over. I step closer, my eyes locked on that exposed crack, imagining how it would feel to run my fingers along it. “Got it, we’ll check it out,” I reply, my tone low and flirtatious. Noah kneels beside me, his shoulder brushing mine, and I can tell he’s thinking the same thing. We pretend to inspect the pipes, but my hand “accidentally” grazes Leo’s lower back as I reach past him. Leo doesn’t pull away. Instead, he shifts slightly, making the shorts dip even more, revealing more of his smooth skin.

Noah clears his throat and says, “Looks like we might need to get in there deeper. Mind if we get comfortable?”