Sweaty scar shirtless with a hard on.....dick bulging in his unzipped pants, boxers tented and visible in the gap
Need Grian on his knees and nuzzling into it, the light sting of the zipper against his cheek as he mouths against thin fabric, chasing the damp patch left from the head of Scar's dick, the creases of his boxers spotted with sweat. Grian taking deep, eager breaths, maybe his hands are tied behind his back so he can't touch
Scar should fist his hair and help Grian get a better taste of him. Pull his boxers down and feed his cock between Grian's lips, feel the spit that's pooled in his mouth and watch Grian drool over him. Grian straining against the hand in his hair, desperate to take all of Scar. To have his nose buried in his pubes, to smell his musk so close, straight from the source.
Grian with teary eyes and a mouth full of cock, and he can hardly breathe around it but he'd still try so hard to reach the base and huff that musk. His eyes all glassy when Scar goes ahead and fucks his throat properly, letting himself relax and be used, taking whatever Scar gives him. And when Scar cums down his throat, he swallows as much as he can, chest heaving as he catches his breath. It's all he can do but moan when he's lowered down, scalp tender and face tucked right in the crook of Scar's hip, softening cock against his nose. Grian through his heavy breaths, keening in his throat when he gets to nuzzle in closer, to pant openly against his sweaty skin, drool and cum from his lips smearing against Scar's thigh
