In the quiet of the room, the only sound is the soft rustling of sheets as two beautiful men wake to the familiar ache of morning arousal. Their bodies press together, warmth radiating from their skin. They stretch languidly, their hands brushing against each other, sending sparks of electricity coursing through their veins. They turn to face each other, their eyes filled with unspoken promises. They don't rush, they take their time, their hands and mouths exploring each other's bodies with a leisurely curiosity that belies the urgency of their need.