Blain O’Connor Bottoms For Derek Spears At Randy Blue
This week from Randy Blue, a role reversal. Blain O’Connor bottoms for Derek Spears, even though we’ve been used to seeing Blain as the top and Derek as the bottom lately. It seems like the two needed this variety because, in their Randy Blue scene, they shine brightly.
The unspoken hierarchy of their shared apartment asserts itself as Blain O’Connor’s resolve crumbles beneath Derek Spears’ towering presence—his shorts straining against a monstrous girth that demands attention. Blain’s restraint shatters first: calloused hands yank Derek’s rigid form into view, lips engulfing the prize with the desperation of a man starved for tactile hunger. Derek reciprocates with calculated intensity, his tongue mapping Blain’s prostate before claiming his mouth in a growl—“You’re mine tonight.”
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The couch becomes their battleground: Blain writhes under Derek’s invasion, his wide-eyed gasps morphing into primal encouragement. “Harder!” he pleads, riding Derek’s lap with reckless abandon, their sweat-slicked bodies forging a rhythm of submission and control. When Derek’s fingers carve into Blain’s waist mid-thrust, the bottom surges forward—jerking Derek’s cock to the brink before demanding retribution. A final, thunderous fuck against the wall precedes Blain’s crowning spectacle: Derek’s release paints his face like molten constellations, yet neither softens. Still rigid, Blain smirks through the mess—“Fucking spectacular”—as Derek’s grip tightens, proof their appetites remain unsated.
