Band posters cover every inch of the walls and the air is thick with the sweet smell of hair product. Two platinum blonde emo twinks lounge on the bed, their skinny jeans so tight they might as well be body paint, dark eyeliner smudged from an afternoon of making out between cigarettes on the fire escape.
The taller one — fringe covering half his face, collar bones sharp enough to cut — reaches over and pops the button on his friend’s impossibly tight jeans. The other does the same, and they peel each other’s pants down simultaneously, revealing matching black briefs with matching impressive bulges.
Underwear hits the floor and they lie side by side, each wrapping a hand around the other’s stiff cock. The stroking is synchronized and slow at first, like a song building to its crescendo. They turn to face each other, breath mingling, free hands exploring — tracing rib cages, gripping narrow hips, cupping smooth balls.
The mutual jerkoff evolves naturally. One dips his head and takes the other in his mouth, tasting the pre-cum that has been beading at the tip. His friend reciprocates, and soon they are tangled in a sixty-nine, pale limbs intertwined. The session keeps building — fingers slip inside tight holes, the sixty-nine becomes riding, riding becomes missionary, and two blonde heads thrash on sweat-damp pillows as they cum within seconds of each other.
