Jay exposes his flesh

Jay stands alone, his dark hair slicked back as he grips his cock hard enough to make his muscles ripple. The wall behind him is cold, his arm stretched up in a flex that strains his veins, while the shower’s steam lingers just out of reach. On the bed, he rolls onto his back, fingers working fast as his chest rises with each sharp exhale. Every stroke is deliberate, his body taut with focus, just him, the light, and the way his skin glistens under it.