Brett, with a hunger in his eyes, begins to trace David's form, his fingers brushing against David's skin like a whisper. David shudders, his body responding to Brett's touch, his cock hardening against his thigh. Brett's hand wraps around David's length, stroking him in time with their slow dance, their bodies moving in sync. David's breath comes in short gasps, his fingers clutching at the sheets as Brett's touch sends waves of pleasure through him. The room is filled with the sound of their ragged breaths and the soft, wet sounds of Brett's hand moving on David's cock, pushing them both closer to the edge of release.