Dean Phoenix leans against the surface, shirt clinging to his muscular frame as he flashes that tattooed left arm, the dark hair on his chest catching the light. He wipes his mouth with the towel, the fabric slick with his own sweat, before tossing it aside and stepping out of the T-shirt, deer logo forgotten as he stands fully naked, grinning at the camera. The shift from clothed to bare, from casual pose to deliberate strip, is all in the way his body moves, the towel’s last drag across his lips.
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