Will Sims and Andrew

Will Sims kneels behind Andrew Kitt on the table, his hands gliding deep into the oil-slicked muscles of his back while Kitt’s legs stretch wide, fingers splayed against the table’s edge. The oil clings to Will’s arms as he presses his palms into Andrew’s shoulders, working the tension from his neck down to his spine, then shifts to knead the thick cords of his thighs. Andrew’s hands grip the table’s sides, his feet flexing as Will rolls his fingers over the arches, the oil turning his skin slick and warm under the pressure.