First off, I am loving Papí's Aneros t-shirt. Just saying.
The scene begins with Cyd reading to Papí from one of the many books in the Pad's library of vintage gay smut. As good erotica tends to do, it sparks a little idea in Cyd's head, and the two pretty much immediately abandon all further reading plans in favor of creating their own dirty story, starting off with a little bit of hard kissing and not just on the lips – Cyd makes the intentions quite clear by going straight for Papí's trousers, and Papí is, as you would be, game to take them off.
Right away, this scene is characterised by just how hungry these two are. It doesn't take much of Cyd's tongue on Papí for them to grab Cyd and head towards the bed, where Papí delights themselves with playing with Cyd's exposed ass (Cyd is still wearing underpants at this point, by the way – underpants with little to nothing covering the ass). There's some more hard and hot kissing, followed by socks being taken off – beware the sock gap* – and Papí straddling Cyd. If you're of the faint of heart, you may wince at the sight of a bit of consensual choking, but it's briefly done before Papí moves on to sucking Cyd's cock.
And my God, Papí sucks Cyd like there's no tomorrow. They are relentless, and Cyd is absolutely loving it. He returns the favor, taking control over Papí and using mouth, fingers and general resourcefulness to fuck Papí completely silly. It's dizzying, it's rough and it's dripping with a kind of hunger that makes me want to get in there and join in with the fun.
After a good long while of driving Papí insane, Cyd pops the inevitable question: “Do you want me to fuck you?”
Of course Papí does. So on come the black latex gloves and out comes the lube; as Cyd spends a dizzying amount of time fist-fucking Papí completely silly. I am not even kidding when I say I lost count of how many times Papí climaxes, each orgasm more intense than the last. You'd think Papí would need a bit of a lie-down after that, but after some more hot kissing (god, I love watching Crash Padders kiss), they decide to take care of some unfinished business… first, with their tongue on Cyd's cock, then, with gloves and plenty of lube.
What I particularly like about this scene, apart from the roughness, is the way Papí's gaze never seems to leave Cyd in this bit. Both of them are looking at each other with intensity burning in their eyes, as Papí fucks Cyd with their fingers and fist. It's excruciatingly hot to watch, and I'm squirming in my seat throughout the entire sequence (I am an absolute sucker for fisting scenes – coincidentally, another thing that was banned in UK porn…).
And it isn't even over after this because, in a moment that makes me absolutely giddy, Papí then starts grinding out on Cyd's knee, the friction leading to a gorgeous orgasm that will probably stay with me for days to come.
Needless to say, I hope these two will meet again, in the bedroom of the most infamous pad around…
(* The sock gap is a term coined in the UK sitcom Coupling – basically, it entails that, in whatever order you may get undressed before sex, don’t leave the socks until last because you don’t want to be left all naked apart from a pair of socks…)
