Lucas, knee-deep in his Lego city, is the epitome of innocent play. His twink body is barefoot, shorts riding high on his thighs, tank top clinging to his lithe form. Gabriel, entering the room, finds Lucas mid-action, hand frozen in a way that makes Gabriel's mind wander from Legos to Lucas' tight, untouched ass. Lucas' flush spreads from his cheeks to his chest, his breathing hitching as Gabriel's gaze lingers, the room filling with an electric tension that promises more than just a game of Legos.