Under the dim, neon lights of a Tokyo club, Ikirintarou captures the raw, unbridled passion of Japanese gay boys in dance. They move with a hunger, a desperation, their bodies pressing together, hands grasping at flesh. The dance is a precursor to the erotic encounter that's about to unfold. Clothing is shed, revealing hard, eager cocks. The boys drop to their knees, taking each other's lengths into their mouths, sucking and slurping, their eyes locked onto each other's, filled with lust and longing.