Daniel Evans & Jack Emhoff At Randy Blue
There’s such a passion between Daniel Evans and Jack Emhoff in their first scene together for Randy Blue! Daniel’s laughter dissolves into a sharp gasp as Jack shoves him backward onto the creaking mattress, their mouths crashing together with reckless urgency. Jack’s hands claw at Daniel’s shirt, ripping buttons loose to scrape nails down his chest, while Daniel arches into the touch, his own fingers knotting in Jack’s hair to drag him closer.
There’s no script here, no roles—just a chaotic tangle of limbs and bitten-off curses, their bodies moving in a feverish rhythm that shakes the bedframe. Jack’s teeth catch Daniel’s lower lip hard enough to sting, and Daniel retaliates by flipping them violently, pinning Jack’s wrists above his head as he grinds his hips down. The friction drags a ragged moan from both of them, their cocks straining against denim.
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Jack bucks upward, breaking free to yank Daniel’s belt open, shoving jeans and boxers down his thighs in one rough motion. His palm grinds against Daniel’s cock, spit-slick and merciless, until Daniel hisses and smacks his hand away. “My turn,” he growls, tearing at Jack’s pants, their breathing syncing into jagged, hungry pants. Skin slaps against skin as Daniel sinks into him without ceremony, Jack’s knees slung over his shoulders, heels digging bruises into his back. The pace is brutal from the start—no warm-up, no teasing, just a piston-driven rhythm that has Jack’s head thrashing against the pillow, curses melting into airless whimpers.
Daniel’s thumb finds Jack’s mouth, thrusting past his teeth until he chokes, spit dripping down his chin. “Swallow it,” Daniel mutters, though the command lacks cruelty—it’s pure hunger, voice fraying as Jack’s body clamps down on him. Jack’s hands scramble for purchase, clawing at the sheets before fisting in Daniel’s hair, dragging his face closer to lick into his mouth. Their kiss is all teeth, messy and unguarded, until Daniel’s hips stutter. He tears his mouth free with a raw groan, burying his face in Jack’s neck as he comes, hips jerking erratically. Jack follows moments later, untouched, spill striping his stomach as he mutters a slurred stream of “fuckfuckfuck” into Daniel’s shoulder.
