Under the watchful eye of the crucifix, two young men, bound by their shared secret, meet in the old attic. Hands trembling, they free their stiff cocks from their pants, the air thick with anticipation. They stroke, their gazes never leaving each other, the sound of their harsh breaths the only accompaniment to their forbidden pleasure. As they come undone, they lean in, their foreheads touching, their shared climax a silent, secret pact.