Lukas Novy and Andrew Kitt

Lukas Novy kneels behind Andrew Kitt in the woods, his hands slick with oil as he presses deep into the lean, clean-shaven back, fingers tracing the tension between shoulder blades. Kitt lies sprawled on a mat, arms stretched wide as Novy works the oil into his chest and torso, each stroke deliberate, the air thick with the scent of the forest. The massage moves from shoulders to legs, every muscle worked with slow, deliberate pressure.