Cade Maddox stands with his broad, corded arms flexed, the red hair of his chest catching the light as he stretches his smooth, muscular frame into the shot, underwear barely containing the weight of his body. Max Lorde watches from the edge of the frame, his presence implied by the tension in Cade’s posture, the way his fingers brush against the thin white fabric. The scene doesn’t move, just the quiet, deliberate hold of a body on display.
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