Richard Lennox and Frank Funsize

Richard Lennox grips Frank Funsize’s arm so tight it leaves marks, his graying hair framing a face that doesn’t hesitate to dominate. Frank stands stocky and still as Lennox undresses him, fingers tracing his chest before pulling his shirt free, no words, just the slow unraveling of control. The framed pictures on the wall watch as Lennox pins him against the doorway, his lean body yielding to the pressure of a grip that won’t let go.