Perfect pairing

Cameron and John fuck like they were built for it. Both of them walk around with that same cocky, filthy grin, eyes always scanning for the next chance to get naked. The moment they're alone they strip each other down fast. Cameron's thick shaft is already hard, dripping at the tip, and John drops straight to his knees, wraps his lips around it and swallows like he's starving. Cameron groans, grabs John's hair, rocks his hips and fucks his throat in steady strokes, balls slapping John's chin with every thrust. John moans around the length, drool running down his chin, eyes watering but he doesn't pull back. Cameron pulls out, spins him around, bends him over the nearest surface and spits on John's hole before shoving inside raw. He grips John's hips hard enough to bruise and starts pounding him deep, the smack of skin on skin echoing loud. John pushes back every time, greedy for it, begging for more. Cameron reaches around, jerks John's cock in time with his thrusts until John shoots across the floor, ass clamping down so tight Cameron follows right after, flooding him. They barely catch their breath before they're grinning again, already hungry for round two.