Under the watchful eyes of the crucifix, a conflicted father struggles with his desires. One night, his son catches him masturbating, his body glistening with sweat and lust. The son, equally conflicted, watches as his father chokes his cock, his hips bucking off the bed. Unable to resist, the son joins his father, their hands working in sync, their breaths ragged. They come together, their bodies tensing, their cries of release echoing in the silent house. In the aftermath, they dress in silence, their eyes avoiding each other, the weight of their taboo act hanging heavy between them.