Unbuttoned shirt, ink-stained fingers, the dorm’s quiet hum. His lips part in a sigh as the afternoon light caresses his...

Unbuttoned shirt, ink-stained fingers, the dorm’s quiet hum. His lips part in a sigh as the afternoon light caresses his throat. #sleeping #study #muscle #hairy

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