In the dense forest, Kain Lanning, the seasoned scout hunk, leads young Cyrus Stark, a fresh recruit, further into the woods. As they pause by a babbling brook, Kain's hand rests on Cyrus' shoulder, his touch lingering. Cyrus' breath hitches, his cheeks flush. 'We're alone here,' Kain murmurs, his voice barely audible. He leans in, their lips meeting in a tentative, then passionate kiss. Kain's hands roam, unbuttoning Cyrus' uniform, revealing his smooth, eager body. Cyrus hesitates, then gives in, his first time with an older man unfolding under the watchful eyes of the trees.