Nestled in a cramped college dorm, two Indian twinks, their bodies lean and muscled, find themselves drawn to each other like moths to a flame. Their nights are filled with stolen glances and silent longings, their days with tense exchanges and unintentional brushes. One evening, as they lie in their beds, the room is filled with the soft sounds of their mutual masturbation. The wet, rhythmic noise of a hand stroking a hard cock echoes through the room, driving the listener to the brink of madness. Unable to resist, he joins in, his own hand moving under the covers, matching the unseen motion, their shared lust filling the room like a tangible thing.