Welsey, his brown hair damp with sweat, takes Nolan's cut cock deep into his throat. The room is thick with the scent of musk and the sound of wet, sloppy sucking. Welsey's eyes water as he struggles to take every inch. Nolan, his brow furrowed in concentration, grasps Welsey's head, guiding him, as Welsey's spit and Nolan's pre-cum mix, creating a slippery, messy delirium.