I have this recurring image of uni!angus going for a run across campus. Maybe he’s grown his hair out, really leaning into the early 70s look. His chocolate curls would get wet and shiny from all the sweat……would stick to the nape of his neck. His side burns would be glistening with tiny little beads of sweat that curl his little side burns curls and kiss his temples and forehead……..maybe a rouge bead starts running down his ratty Barton t-shirt he’d cropped cuz he says he “doesn’t like the length getting in the way” and that it “makes him look like a dork” but really it’s because you mentioned how much you like it when his tummy peaks out from under his shirts…..oh, and did I mention he was wearing the sluttiest little shorts he could find. The sweat collecting at the waistband turning the red of the cotton a crimson.……..he’d be glowing after spending part of his afternoon outside. Running your tongue up his neck to kiss and suckle on his pulse point, your nose would be flooded with his musk with a slight hint of sun and dew……you’d kiss just to tease, as a treat since he left without a kiss goodbye….but he knows you can’t stay mad at him long when you realize he went commando today…….oops!
