“Even in the darkness, there was no mistaking the sight. The Master, his robes parted, covers kicked aside; the Master, hand gripping his glistening erection. The Master, legs stretched, head pressed back, the long, lean sweetness of him bared and offered.”
Illustration for chapter 8 of Ghazal. Click here for the full NSFW version and other illustrations (although they are very, very spoilery indeed and you are advised to read the chapter itself first. Especially since it’s some of Versaphile’s most amazing writing ever).