Linnyx presents a raw, intimate tribute to a beloved friend, D. The room is dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation and the scent of sweat. D. watches eagerly from the shadows as Linnyx begins to stroke their throbbing erection, a slow, steady rhythm that builds with each pass. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room, punctuated only by Linnyx's ragged breaths. As their climax approaches, Linnyx's strokes become more frenzied, their grip tighter. With a final, shuddering groan, they honor their friend in the most intimate way possible, their release painting a sticky, wet message on the wall.