In the quiet of the night, Sam's heart races as he hears the soft knock. Foda. He opens the door, his breath hitching at the sight of the other man, his dark hair disheveled, his eyes burning with desire. They stumble into the room, their hands exploring, their bodies pressing together. Foda's hands grip Sam's ass, pulling him close, his fingers digging in, possessive. Sam moans, his cock throbbing as Foda grinds against him, their clothing long forgotten. Foda's mouth is hot and wet as he takes Sam's cock, his tongue teasing the sensitive underside. Sam's fingers tangle in Foda's hair, guiding him, urging him on. But Foda has other plans, pushing Sam onto the bed, spreading his legs, his tongue and fingers working in tandem, driving Sam wild with desire.