Patrick Raposa stretches out on his back, tongue lolling as he traces his fingers over his own chest, the pale skin taut beneath his short hair. His hands wander to his face, then lower, just past his throat, before settling near his mouth, lips parted in slow, deliberate pulls. Every angle captures the quiet, restless tension of his body, from the way his arms rest behind his head to the close-up of his chest, fingers brushing the soft skin.
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