Tom Taylor undresses in the infirmary

Tom Taylor strips bare in a sterile infirmary, his lean body stretched across a bed frame with the hospital’s sterile glow catching the ink of his chest tattoo. One leg hooked over the edge, arms crossed or flung behind his head, he poses with the deliberate slowness of a man who knows exactly how his body moves, each frame a calculated display of tension, his hole already bared by the angle of his raised knee. Medical supplies lie scattered in the background, silent witnesses to the act he’s performing for the camera.