The room is filled with the soft sounds of their pleasure, the wet noises of their strokes echoing in the silence. Conner's hand moves faster, his breath coming in short gasps, as he imagines Bobby's mouth around his cock. Bobby, meanwhile, pinches his nipples, his hips bucking slightly as he pictures Conner's tight ass. The air is thick with their combined scent, a musky, masculine aroma that only serves to heighten their arousal, as they edge closer to their climax, their bodies tensing in anticipation of the impending release.