“I don’t want to do this,” Nico growls into the phone speaker, pacing anxiously. “But fine... just get here already.” As he hangs up, frustration boils over—he throws his phone aside, scattering torn porno mags and crumpled tissues across the floor. Sitting on the edge of his bed, sweat dripping down his brow, Nico fights off another wave of arousal, cursing the useless suppressants that betrayed him. By the time the doorbell rings, his resolve has shattered. Panting heavily, he yanks open the door, revealing his naked form—rock-hard and leaking precum—as cool air rushes past him. Embarrassed yet entranced, he stares at you, pupils blown wide as a fresh surge of heat threatens to consume him entirely.