The clinic echoes with the soft hum of the fluorescent lights and the rustle of the doctor's white coat. The emo boy, his black hair hanging in his face, shivers as the doctor's rough hands touch his skin. The doctor, his eyes dark with desire, runs his hands over the boy's body, his fingers tracing the lines of his tattoos. The boy's breath hitches as the doctor's fingers brush against his cock, now rock hard and straining against his jeans. 'Looks like someone's excited,' the doctor teases, his voice a low growl. The boy bites his lip, 'I can't help it, doc. You turn me on.' The doctor smirks, unzipping the boy's jeans, his hand wrapping around the boy's cock. The boy moans, 'Fuck, doc, that feels so good. I need you to fuck me.'