Markie More takes Austin Andrews by the hips, his grip firm as he guides him into position, the dark hair of both men contrasting against the couch’s worn fabric. Austin’s back arches slightly, his muscles tensing under Markie’s hands, while the camera rests between them, its lens pointed away. The light spills in from somewhere unseen, cutting through the scene like an unspoken rule, this isn’t about the shot, it’s about what happens next.
