Ray Han sits on the red couch, adjusting himself with slow, deliberate hands, his muscular frame stretched out as he leans back into the fabric. His dark hair falls forward when he leans forward, fingers tracing the line of his thigh before slipping lower, his light skin catching the light as he spreads his legs wide. Outside, he presses against an outdoor wall, the greenery behind him a blur as his touch never stops, his crotch the only focus.
