Let Me See (2)

He lounges like a devil who’s already won. The horns are playful, the chain heavy, the cock front and center—gripped with lazy confidence. This isn’t a plea. It’s a challenge.

His eyes meet the camera with smug ease: You wanted to see? There’s nothing subtle here. Nothing shy. The image is a reply in the language of sex pics—a language where showing is power, and withholding is performance. He’s not asking for attention. He’s deciding who gets the privilege to look.