The bearded man kneels in the sun, his fingers slick with spit as he sucks them clean before pressing them to his lips again. His bare chest glistens under the trees, hand resting on his head or chin as he leans forward, tongue licking the air or fingers tracing his own asshole. The water behind him ripples while he squats, shorts barely visible, his body tense with the quiet intensity of what he’s doing.
