Antony, lost in thought, starts to urinate, his stream arcing into the toilet. Michael, hidden, watches, his own cock twitching in his pants. Antony finishes, zipping up, but Michael, entranced, enters the bathroom. Antony, caught off guard, blushes but doesn't cover up. Michael, his eyes locked on Antony's half-hard cock, licks his lips. Antony, understanding Michael's silent request, nods. Michael kneels, taking Antony's cock into his mouth, savoring the taste of Antony's piss mixed with precum. Antony, groaning, grabs Michael's head, guiding him, fucking Michael's mouth with raw, animalistic desire.