The night owls

In a dimly lit adult theater, a young femboy with short, straight hair knelt on the floor. His small, bare chest heaved as he struggled to catch his breath, his face etched with exhaustion. The room was filled with the sounds of moaning and the faint glow of red lightning bugs illuminating the walls. He wore a short black dress with garters and thigh-highs, his small cock and big balls wrapped in latex. Across from him lay a man, his own body trembling as he adjusted his erection. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and desire, their eyes locked in a silent dialogue.