Ryan Anderson and Mickael David

Ryan Anderson’s thick arms flex as he pins Mickael David down, his grip tight around the waistband of his blue pants while David’s dark hair falls forward, obscuring his face as Anderson’s fingers dig into the fabric. The red backdrop bleeds into the frame, framing the way David’s body arches under the pressure, his muscles straining against the restraint. Anderson doesn’t speak, just pulls, exposing the stretch of skin where the waistband gives way.