Malachi Harvey stretches across the couch, his lean body half-hidden beneath the fabric as his hand brushes his bare groin, fingers tracing the thick ridge of his erection. The natural light near the window cuts through the room, framing his clean-shaven jaw and blond hair as he sits up, hips propped against the cushion, legs just wide enough to expose the slow, deliberate grip of his fist. The close-up lingers on his palm, slick with precome, as he stands with hands on hips, the weight of his cock still heavy in the air between them.
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