The rumble of the train masks their panting as they rut like animals, her back against the cold, hard wall, his thrusts desperate and deep. Her moans are swallowed by the distant roar of the city, his grunts lost in the echoing tunnel. Sweat mingles with the rain that drips from their hoods, their bodies slick and slippery as they chase their release. In the fleeting moment of ecstasy, they're not strangers, not in the city, but just two bodies, lost in the heat of the moment.