The room is charged with an electric tension as you lock eyes with the man before you. He's hungry, eager, and you can see the outline of his desire straining against his pants. You mirror his actions, both of you unbuttoning, unzipping, freeing your hard cocks. The air is thick with the scent of precome as you lean in, your tongues meeting in a dance as old as time. You guide his hand to your cock, and his grip is firm, sure, as he begins to stroke you in time with your own movements on his length. The room fills with the sounds of your pleasure, the wet slurps of your mouths, the slick slide of skin on skin.