The cityscape blurs past the window as the train speeds along, but inside the toilet, everything slows down. Oliver Strelly's lips are wrapped around Falcon Al's cock, his tongue swirling, his eyes locked onto Falcon's. The train jerks, and Falcon grabs Oliver's head, fucking his mouth with reckless abandon. Oliver gags, spit dripping, but Falcon's thrusts are relentless. The train's horn blares, warning of an impending station, but they don't care. Falcon's body tenses, and he fills Oliver's mouth with his hot cum, Oliver swallowing it all before licking his lips clean.