In the dimly lit conference room, the scent of polished wood and expensive cologne hangs heavy. Corey, the blond twink, breaks the ice, straddling Jamal, the dark-haired heartthrob. Their lips meet, hungry and insistent, as they grope each other through their tailored suits. Corey's hand slides down to palm Jamal's hardening length, earning a low moan. Jamal reciprocates, cupping Corey's ass, pulling him closer. Their bodies grind together, their cocks straining against their dress pants, as they explore each other's mouths with increasing intensity, their business-like demeanor replaced by raw, animalistic desire.