Alex slammed the locker door, still sweating from the brutal pickup game, when Jordan sauntered in with that infuriating grin. "You played like you wanted me to pin you down out there," Jordan quipped, towel slung low. Alex shot back, "Only if it meant watching you beg for my cock, you smug prick." The air thickened as they circled each other, witty barbs flying like sparks—Jordan mocking Alex's "hard-headed defense," Alex retorting about Jordan's "dripping desperation." Tension snapped when Jordan grabbed Alex's wrist, pulling him close with a husky, "Admit it, you're horny as hell for this." Clothes hit the floor in a rush; Alex dropped to his knees for a sloppy blowjob, tongue working Jordan's hard length while Jordan panted, "Fuck, your mouth's better than your game." They switched fast, Jordan bending Alex over the bench, slamming into his ass with raw thrusts that made them both groan. "Your tight hole feels like a wet pussy clenching me," Jordan growled, fingers digging in as Alex pushed back, equal and unyielding. Sweat-slicked bodies collided harder until they came together, cum dripping down thighs amid panting breaths. Jordan pulled Alex up for a bruising kiss, whispering, "Round two's gonna break us both." That single tantalising closing line hinted at the locked door and the night stretching far beyond this explosive start.
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