Coffee with cambio

Eddie Cambio stretches across the couch, fingers tracing slow circles over his own asshole while the coffee cup sits untouched beside him, his tattoos rippling under the light. Leaning back with one arm raised, he parts his legs wide, then bends over near the window, gripping his thigh as if testing the weight of his own body. Hands drift lower, first to his groin, then back to that tight, exposed hole, the couch cushions shifting beneath him as he settles into the rhythm.