He thought of guns, metal and blood. He thought of the crimson pleasure that was pain, and his fingers grabbed the pillow like they had grabbed a man's throat so many times before. The thoughts would not leave him alone. He kept writhing restlessly on the bed, but the Need did not leave him alone. Blood. Pain. Cold shivers shot down down his spine as Dante ran his fingers down his naked chest, over his muscular abdomen and on to the cold, steely buckle of his belt. Biting his lip he opened the buckle and began to undo his blood red jeans, which already were showing a distinct bulge. The Need had to be satisfied.
To me, this is the best piece in your gallery. The composition of it all and how the differen elements cause your eyes to travel through the image and back up again is very well done. The subtle tones and porportions of his body is just breathtaking. But my word, look at that torso! It is phenominal and not over done in a way that would look foolish, this work is extremely gorgeous and a wonderful result of your talent and hard work. I personally do not see why it ought to be labeled mature but better safe than sorry, of course.
Ah it is so wonderful...I can't help but keep looking at him heheh