Dec 27, 2025
captain john price in a club in Amsterdam — cream silk shirt halfway unbuttoned to show off hairy chest, pants that fit his thighs like sin, sweaty skin that gives him a godlike sheen when the strobing lights flicker over him, lounging in a boxy chair with his thick thighs spread wide and a cigar hanging from his strong hand
gives the inside of his thigh a little pat as an invitation when he sees you drooling — and you try to ignore how it makes your heart pound in time with the heavy bass shaking the building