The Sunday heat clung to the living room, heavy and stagnant. Thomas slumped into the oversized leather sofa, a glass of red wine dangling from his fingertips. Across from him, Andre leaned back in a matching armchair, his dark skin contrasting sharply with the cream-colored upholstery. The air smelled of stale cedar and the sharp, fruity tang of red wine. On the wide screen of the television, a hardcore movie played, the sound muted but the imagery vivid. A cluster of bodies moved in a frantic, sweating heap, the sight of multiple cocks disappearing into a single, glistening opening filling the room with a silent, rhythmic intensity.