Sweat glistened on his sculpted physique, a promise of the carnal delights to come. After an exhausting session his body craved release. He knew just the place to find it. Under the cloak of darkness two men met their eyes locking in a primal dance. A strong embrace enveloped him and he surrendered to the rising tide of sensation. Their bodies intertwined a silent language of desire spoken through touch and breath. He gasped as a massive erection rose between them hard and ready. He felt the insistent pressure a promise of impending bliss. The rhythm of their bodies intensified heading towards an explosive release. He remembered the thrill later that night a memory etched into his soul. He recalled every detail the muscular form the intense sensations. The memory was so potent so real it felt like he was still there. The powerful images of Sakuramaru's art flooded his mind fueling his fantasies.