The blond, broad-shouldered man grips his own cock with one hand while the other presses his palm into his chin, jaw clenched as he leans against the bed’s edge. His muscles ripple under smooth skin, the short dark hair framing a face that looks like it was carved from stone. Another pose has him resting an arm across his forehead, fingers curled into his hair, the tension in his grip suggesting he’s not just posing, he’s doing something. The room stays out of it, but the way he moves tells you exactly what’s happening.
