Cory's eyes rove hungrily over Mitch's lithe form as he begins to undress, the anticipation building like a slow burn. Cory can't resist any longer, his hands reaching out to trace the lines of Mitch's body, feeling the firm muscles beneath smooth skin. Mitch shivers at the contact, his breath hitching as Cory's touch becomes more insistent, more eager. The room fills with the sound of their heavy breathing, the rustle of clothing hitting the floor, and the wet slap of skin on skin as Cory's hands explore every inch of Mitch's naked body, their gay desire palpable and raw.