Lucas stands shirtless against a mirror, his dark hair framing a smooth, lean body, while the sunflowers behind him blur into the reflection. He grips the striped shirt, fingers tracing the fabric as he shifts his stance, cock already hard and visible. The light catches the sweat on his chest, the way his hips tilt when he adjusts his grip, the slow unbuttoning that leaves the shirt pooled at his feet. His hands move first, palms gliding over himself, then the shirt, then back, before he finally steps free, letting the fabric drop entirely.
