Glock shows his body

The muscular, clean-shaven man in the chef hat holds Glock’s feet while they sit on the couch, his hands tracing every inch of skin as the other man’s legs rest open. The dark-haired man’s bare feet are pressed against the lap, fingers gliding from toes to arches, then back again. No words, no hesitation, just the slow, deliberate grip of one man’s hands on the other’s exposed soles.