Datgaylover's lens captures the raw, unbridled lust of these two warriors in solitude. Zangief, his body a roadmap of scars and muscles, sits on the edge of the bench, Ryu's discarded gi in his lap. He runs his fingers along the fabric, feeling the outline of Ryu's cock, now hard and twitching. With a grunt, he pulls it out, his eyes fixed on the prize as he begins to jerk Ryu off, each stroke bringing him closer to release.