John Parker and Chris R

John Parker and Chris R kneel over a padded table where one man lies still, his broad shoulders and tattooed arms exposed as rough fingers dig into his muscles. The blond’s hands press deep into the other’s neck, his knuckles white as he works the tight knots, while Chris R’s tattooed chest rises with each controlled breath. No oil, no tools, just calloused palms gliding over skin, the bareback tag making the pressure even more intimate.