In a cramped shower stall, the smell of soap and sweat mingles with the scent of something more primal. A lone figure stands under the water, their body glistening as they grip their hardness, lost in thought. The sound of the water masks their moans, but not for long. Another body enters, pressuring against them, their hands finding a rhythm together. The water runs cold, but the heat between them doesn't waver as they both find their release, their cries echoing off the tile walls.