Command Performance

Chuck Hunter's fingers dance over the keys, his passion pouring out in every note. The melody surges high, then ebbs low. It quickens, slows. Whispers soft, then roars loud. The beautiful young virtuoso loses himself in the sound, his mind drifting to his wild lover, BJ Slater. As the music swells like a rising tide, the lovers plunge deeper into their frenzy. Bodies tangle. Hands grip sweat-slick skin. BJ's cock thrusts hard, relentless, matching the piano's fevered rhythm. They fuck with abandon—Chuck's gasps syncing to the crescendo, BJ's hips slamming in heated measure. Tempo races. Excitement coils tight. Finally, the music erupts, and so do they. Climax crashes over them in shuddering waves. They collapse, heaving, sighing, wrapped in perfect, sated harmony.