Jose Manuel plays with himself

Jose Manuel grips the motorcycle helmet, his muscles flexing as he adjusts it with deliberate precision, the leather grip worn smooth from use. Sitting shirtless on a couch, he leans back with the helmet resting on his chest, his dark hair framing a body built for power. The green walls blur behind him as he shifts his weight, one hand tracing the contours of the handlebars, his own rhythm, his own control.