The kiss... (Patreon)

As the bartender and the orclops enter the bartender's room the fire lights the room in orange warmth.

The bartender closes the door and turns to face the orclops, who's removed his gloves and thrown them to the floor. They both remove their shirts and toss them aside. The bartender presses himself against the broad, bare chest of the orclops and stares into his eye. 

B "Fuck, you have me sprung, big guy."

O "Same, handsome. My breeches are gonna rip at this rate."

B "Stop talking and kiss me gorgeous."

The bartender gropes the orclops' massive pectoral muscle in his left hand while pulling him in closer with his right. 

O "Don't gotta tell me twice, human."

He grabs the bartender's firm and ample ass in his giant meaty left hand pushing their growing cocks against each other. The fabric of their respective pants barely holding the throbbing members back from bursting forth. He glides his right hand up the side of the bartender, feeling his waist and abs while opening his mouth and pressing his fat tongue into the waiting warmth of his wanton partner.