In the dimly lit room, Dante's fingers dance over the guitar strings, the melody of "Devil Trigger" filling the air. Vergil, drawn by the music, enters, finding Dante lost in his own world, his hand working his cock beneath the sheets. Vergil's breath hitches, his eyes locked onto Dante's thick, veined shaft. Unable to resist, he joins Dante, their bodies pressing together as they stroke each other. The music intensifies, mirroring their escalating passion, as Vergil's lips find Dante's neck, teeth grazing skin, marking him in their shared, taboo ecstasy.