Riley Smith and Milo Taylor

Riley Smith and Milo Taylor adjust their ties in front of a desk while the third man, glasses perched on his nose, leans against the red cushioned bench, his shirt already unbuttoned. One of them runs a hand down his thigh, the fabric of his shirt still clinging to his smooth, slim frame, while the other sits back, fingers tracing the curve of his crotch. The air hums with quiet tension as they strip slowly, the buttons of their shirts popping open one by one.