“You’ll be using those ridiculous muscles for actual hard graft, though. Gay sex “Anything,” he repeated. “That’d be me,” he confirmed, wöorking to keep his voice steady despite the unexpected jolt of adrenaline coursing through his system.Dylan nodded, offering a firm handshake, his grip powerful but controlled, suggesting a careful awareness of his own strength. There was only calm certainty, absolute confidence in what he was offering.A thought hit Jase with sudden clarity, sharp and electrifying in its simplicity.He means it.His gaze dragged lower, moving over the tightly packed eight-pack that decorated Dylan’s midsection like armor plating, each individual section clearly defined, separated by channels deep enough to cast shadows. Dylan wasn’t just standing there—he was occupying space with an authority that transcended his youth, creating a gravitational pull that made it difficult to look anywhere else.His jeans—tight, worn, and strategically ripped at the thighs—clung to every carved muscle beneath, mapping the extraordinary development of his quadriceps in detailed relief. Think you can handle it?” The question emerged with more challenge than he’d intended, something in Dylan’s presence triggering a need to assert himself despite their physical disparity.Dylan let out a low chuckle, rolling his massive shoulders in a fluid motion that sent ripples of movement through his upper body.
