Lucky Daniels grips the towel tight as Nicco Sky leans in, his dark hair framing a face carved from muscle and ink, the fabric barely hiding what’s about to happen. The way he holds it, one hand knotted, the other stretched thin, shows he’s not just waiting, he’s preparing to take it all. The tattooed lines on his arms ripple as he shifts, the towel slipping just enough to reveal the sharp edge of what’s coming next.
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