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The sun beat down on the rooftop, its rays glistening off the sweat-soaked skin of the two hunks locked in a passionate embrace. Ruslan and Angelo were alone in their private paradise, the city sprawled out beneath them, a coerced witness to their intimacy.

Ruslan was the first to break the kiss, his hands trailing down Angelo’s toned back, fingers digging into the flexing muscles. “You’re overdressed,” he purred, hands coming to rest on Angelo’s firm ass, giving a playful squeeze.

Angelo laughed, his voice husky with desire. “Well then, what are you going to do about that?”

In response, Ruslan’s hands slid under the fabric of Angelo’s shorts, fingers brushing against the cleft of his ass. “I think I can arrange something.”

With a swift motion, he pulled down Angelo’s shorts and underwear, letting the fabric pool at his feet. Angelo’s impressive cock sprang free, already hard and leaking. Ruslan licked his lips, eager to taste his lover.

Dropping to his knees, Ruslan took Angelo’s cock into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the tip, lapping up the drops of pre-cum. Angelo moaned, his hands fisting in Ruslan’s hair, pushing him further down on his shaft.

“Fuck, baby, your mouth feels so good,” Angelo groaned, his head falling back in ecstasy. Ruslan hummed in response, his hand stroking what he couldn’t fit in his mouth, his own cock straining against his pants.

After several minutes of bliss, Ruslan pulled off, his eyes dark with lust. “I need you inside me,” he rasped, standing up and shimmying out of his own clothes, leaving him bare except for his shoes.

Angelo growled, grabbing Ruslan and spinning him around, pressing him down onto the table that was set up on the roof for meals. Ruslan could feel Angelo’s hard cock pressing against his ass, and he arched his back, offering himself up.

There was no need for lube. They were both so turned on, so ready for each other. Angelo pushed inside with one smooth thrust, his thick cock stretching Ruslan in the most delicious way.

“Oh fuck, you’re so tight,” Angelo gasped, stilling for a moment to let Ruslan adjust. But Ruslan had other ideas. He pushed back against Angelo, silently telling him to move.

And move he did. Angelo started a punishing pace, his hips slapping against Ruslan’s ass with each thrust. The table creaked under them, but neither man cared. All that mattered was this perfect, sweaty joining.

Ruslan gripped the edge of the table, his knuckles white from the force of Angelo’s thrusts. He could feel every ridge, every vein of Angelo’s cock as it slid in and out of his hole. It was almost too much to bear.

“I’m gonna cum,” Angelo warned, his rhythm faltering. “Where do you want it?”

“Inside,” Ruslan begged, his own release just out of reach. “Fill me up, make me yours.”

With a roar, Angelo obeyed, slamming into Ruslan one final time before stilling, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself deep inside his lover’s body. The feeling of Angelo’s hot cum flooding his insides was enough to push Ruslan over the edge. He came untouched, his seed splattering onto the table, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm.

They stayed like that for a moment, both men panting, basking in the afterglow of their tryst. Eventually, Angelo carefully pulled out, watching in satisfaction as his cum dripped out of Ruslan’s well-used hole.

“Look at that,” he said, his voice filled with pride. “Marked and claimed, just like I promised.”

Ruslan laughed breathlessly, standing up on slightly shaky legs. “I should hope so. After all, your cum is one of my favorite flavors.”

Angelo pulled him in for a deep, languid kiss, their tongues tangling lazily. When they finally broke apart, there was no jealousy in Ruslan’s eyes, only love and satiation.

“Let’s head inside,” Angelo suggested, nuzzling into Ruslan’s neck. “I’m not nearly done with you yet.”

Ruslan grinned, his heart full. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

As they made their way back into their apartment, the rooftop bid them farewell, holding its secret close. The occasional glimpse of two men lost in passion, lost in love, was a sight that never got old.

And Ruslan and Angelo, as they disappeared through the door, were glad to provide it, to give the world a reminder that love, in all its forms, was a beautiful thing.