In the dimly lit, wooden-floored dorm room, the scent of old books and sweat hangs heavy. Two twinks, their bodies lean and taut, their eyes hungry, stand facing each other. One, his hands trembling, reaches out to touch the other's cheek, his thumb brushing against the soft skin. The other leans into the touch, his eyes fluttering closed. "I've wanted this for so long," he whispers. The first twink smiles, his hand moving to the other's crotch, feeling the hardness there. They undress each other slowly, their breaths coming in short gasps. The first twink pushes the other onto the bed, his mouth finding the other's cock, sucking it deep into his throat. The other moans, his fingers tangling in the first twink's hair. They switch places, the first twink now on his back, his legs spread wide. The other twink spits on his cock, pushing it inside the first. He fucks him slowly, their bodies moving in sync, their moans growing louder. They come together, their bodies shaking, their cum mixing on the first twink's stomach.