He gripped Joe's hips tightly, nails digging into the flesh, and pushed forward slowly. The stretch was intense—Joe's hole yielding inch by inch to the invading girth, the burn flaring hot as Luke's shaft sank deeper. Joe grunted, his breath hitching, fists clenching the chair's arms as he pushed back instinctively, urging more. 

'Fuck, that's tight,' Luke growled, his voice rough with lust, pausing halfway to let Joe adjust, their sweat-slicked bodies pressing closer.

With a final, controlled thrust, Luke hilted himself, his heavy balls slapping against Joe's. The fullness was overwhelming, a deep pressure that radiated through Joe's core, making his cock twitch and leak pre-cum onto the chair...