His body was a masterpiece—a testament to genetics, dedication, and thousands of hours of painstaking effort. His pecs rose and fell with steady breathing, each inhalation making the extraordinary muscle mass expand to even more impossible dimensions.”Go on, mate,” Harry murmured, voice thick with amusement and something darker, more primal. Gay sex Harry had purposely sized down, selecting underwear that would make its presence known, that would draw eyes to the contrast between vibrant color and golden skin. The display was calculated to remind Troy exactly who held the power in this interaction, regardless of who wore the uniform.”Go on then,” he teased, mockingly holding out his wrists for restraint. An understanding without words.And then—everything changed.A sharp sound cut through the charged atmosphere.Heavy boots on pavement. His expression remained one of amused satisfaction, completely comfortable with being handled like an exhibit rather than a person.A few murmurs rose from The Bean & Brew, the patrons inside noticing the unusual scene unfolding on the pavement outside.
