Alex slammed the door shut behind them, the stack of BL smut comics still hot in his hands from the back-alley shop. "These are fucking filthy," he muttered, dropping them on the coffee table. Jordan was already flipping one open, eyes locked on a full-page spread of two guys locked in a sixty-nine, one guy's mouth stretched wide around a thick cock while the other buried his tongue in an ass.
"Page twelve," Jordan growled, yanking his shirt off. "The one where the bottom gets railed against the wall. Read it out loud."
Alex stripped fast, cock already half-hard and leaking. He read the dirty dialogue straight from the panel: "Fuck me harder, stretch my hole with that big dick." His voice was rough. Jordan's hand went straight to his own cock, stroking it slow and mean while he listened.
They didn't waste time. Alex shoved Jordan onto the couch, yanked his pants down, and swallowed his cock in one go.
Jordan tasted salty, thick, the head hitting the back of Alex's throat. He sucked hard, cheeks hollowing, spit running down Jordan's balls. Jordan grabbed his hair and fucked his mouth, hips snapping up. "That's it, choke on it like the slut in the comic."
Alex pulled off with a wet pop, spit stringing from his lips. "Turn over. I want that ass." He spread Jordan's cheeks and dove in, tongue fucking his hole the way the comic showed, licking and spitting until it was slick and open. Jordan moaned filthy, pushing back against his face.
When Alex finally shoved his cock in, it was raw and deep, no slow build. He pounded Jordan's ass exactly like the panels, balls slapping skin, the couch creaking under them. "Your hole's gripping me so tight," he snarled. "Just like those comic boys getting bred." Jordan jerked himself off in time with the thrusts, cursing and begging for more.
They switched positions twice, moving through scenes straight from the books: Jordan on his back with legs spread wide, Alex drilling him until cum shot across his stomach; then Alex bent over the table while Jordan fucked him from behind, fingers digging bruises into his hips. Sweat, spit, and lube made everything slick and loud. Every thrust was dirty talk pulled from the pages— "Take every inch," "Fill me up," "Don't stop until I'm leaking."
By the third round they were both wrecked, cum drying on skin, the comics scattered across the floor with pages bent and sticky. Jordan lit a cigarette and grinned. "We should buy the whole series." Alex just laughed, already hard again, reaching for the next issue.
