Andrew Elliot sits on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide, his dark hair framing a clean-shaven face as his hand moves over his hairless chest before settling between his thighs. The light blue sheets stretch taut beneath him as he raises his knees, fingers tracing his cock with deliberate pressure, every angle of his groin exposed in poses that leave nothing to guess. From fully dressed to completely bare, his focus stays locked on the slow, unhurried work of his own hand.
