Drew Collins stands with his hands on his head, muscles taut against the orange-and-blue abstract wall, before dropping to his knees on the couch, legs spread, fingers gripping the edge as he leans forward, the smooth skin of his chest glistening under the light. His dark hair falls just enough to hide the way his jaw tightens when he grips himself, the pose shifting between stillness and restless motion, each frame catching the exact moment his breath catches.
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