In the dimly lit, incense-filled room, Hafiz sits cross-legged, his eyes closed in concentration, his hand gently stroking his cock. Mohd, naked and kneeling before him, watches intently, his own cock leaking pre-cum onto the plush rug. Hafiz's breath hitches as he feels Mohd's warm, wet mouth envelop his cock, taking it deep into his throat. Mohd's hands grip Hafiz's thighs, his fingers digging into the firm flesh as he bobs his head, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. Hafiz's moans grow louder, his hips bucking slightly, as he nears his climax. With a final, desperate thrust, he spills his load into Mohd's waiting mouth, who swallows every drop with a hungry groan.