Yah-jil & Pan Bash

Yah-jil dominates Pan Bash with a tattooed grip, his dark hair framing the cage where the other man squats, socks dangling, shoes discarded. The red metal bars cut across the scene as Pan Bash bends over, his muscles straining, while Yah-jil leans in close, his fingers tracing the curve of his back. A shoe clutched in one hand, the other presses down, marking the space between them.