The air is thick with the scent of sweat and precum as the bottom, eyes locked onto the top's, takes his time, relishing each inch, sucking with a slow, steady rhythm. The top moans, his grip tightening on the bottom's hair, guiding him, encouraging him. The bottom, hungry for more, takes it all, gagging slightly, tears streaming down his face, but never breaking eye contact, savoring every drop, every sensation.