Emo k. and his friend, both pale and pierced, sit cross-legged on the floor, a sea of crumpled tissues surrounding them. They've been trading handjobs for what feels like hours, their cocks raw and sensitive from the endless friction. Emo k. watches as his friend's hand moves up and down his own cock, the precome glistening in the candlelight. His friend's eyes flutter closed, his breath coming in short gasps as he nears orgasm. Emo k. leans in, pressing their lips together, their tongues dancing as they both come undone, their cocks pulsing in time.