Lucas Bouvier kneels on the couch, his dark hair falling over his shoulders as he grips himself with rough, deliberate strokes while Ethan Duval lies beside him, fully clothed, watching with a stillness that doesn’t hide the tension in his lean body. The white fur blanket pools around them, untouched until Bouvier strips off his shirt, leaving only the magazine’s pages scattered in the background as Duval finally unbuttons his pants, fingers tracing the outline of his cock through the fabric. Neither speaks, but the way Bouvier’s grip tightens when Duval reaches over to palm his own length makes the air between them electric.
