On the edge

The tattooed man sits on the couch, cap pulled low, his left arm flexing as he adjusts himself with slow, deliberate hands near his groin. Legs spread just enough to expose the smooth skin of his thighs, he leans back, fingers tracing the heat between them, close-ups lock in on the steady rhythm of his touch. The cap stays on, the tattoos remain hidden, but the way he looks away, relaxed yet focused, makes it clear this isn’t just another session.