If I were his boyfriend… honestly, how am I supposed to focus on anything else with these pictures?
The way he’s lying face down, that fitted shirt riding up just enough to show a bit of skin… it’s such a sweet and completely unintentional tease. Makes me want to crawl into bed with him, wrap my arms around him from behind, and run my fingers along that waist that's barely peeking out above his shorts. That careless posture, half-asleep, half-surrendered… it drives me insane.
And the other one, sprawled on the couch, one leg bent, those shorts riding up just enough to make me want to pull them higher—with my teeth. Makes me want to wake him up with slow kisses, the kind that start soft at the nape of his neck and end with him arching his back.
He’s so peaceful, so unguarded, and I’m sitting here with restless hands. If only he knew what he does to me when he lies there like that, like he doesn’t realize how powerful his body is… But I do. And if it were up to me, I wouldn’t let him sleep like that alone ever again.
💞💞💞💞💞
