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21st_sacrament) wrote2011-12-27 08:04 pm
21st_sacrament) wrote2011-12-27 08:04 pm
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itp: body hair.
One of Alex Shepherd's favorite things (about Henry Townshend).
His stomach.
Or more specifically, all that hair.
Henry's not the first man he's ever been attracted to but he's definitely the first man he's ever been naked with and what an eye opening experience that had been.
Henry's hairy, dark patches of hair all over his chest and trailing down his stomach. The scratch and tickle against his own bare skin had been weird, different, male. Not bad, by any means, and once he stopped being shy and started touching, touching everywhere he could slide his hands, gather in his palm and squeeze, well.
Alex is happy about more than getting to tease Henry about not needing to wear a shirt at night when he's wearing a light fur coat to bed.
His stomach has always been sensitive, Henry nearly purrs like a kitten when he rubs it, soft little circles that get him panting and burying his face into his shoulder. His breath catches when he teases, catches those strands of hair between his teeth and tugs gently.
He realized he was far gone when he showed up at his apartment right on time, the door unlocked for him only to find Henry was running late, out of the shower with a towel still wrapped around his waist. His eyes had dropped down to those damp but drying curls of hair and without even thinking about it he walked over, following their trails with his fingers and Henry's quickening breath matched his, pupils dilating when Alex asked if he didn't mind staying in.
An hour later, sweaty and sated, the right side of his face pillowed on Henry's belly, the soft bushy hair warm against his cheek, his smile tugged up into a full grin.
His stomach.
Or more specifically, all that hair.
Henry's not the first man he's ever been attracted to but he's definitely the first man he's ever been naked with and what an eye opening experience that had been.
Henry's hairy, dark patches of hair all over his chest and trailing down his stomach. The scratch and tickle against his own bare skin had been weird, different, male. Not bad, by any means, and once he stopped being shy and started touching, touching everywhere he could slide his hands, gather in his palm and squeeze, well.
Alex is happy about more than getting to tease Henry about not needing to wear a shirt at night when he's wearing a light fur coat to bed.
His stomach has always been sensitive, Henry nearly purrs like a kitten when he rubs it, soft little circles that get him panting and burying his face into his shoulder. His breath catches when he teases, catches those strands of hair between his teeth and tugs gently.
He realized he was far gone when he showed up at his apartment right on time, the door unlocked for him only to find Henry was running late, out of the shower with a towel still wrapped around his waist. His eyes had dropped down to those damp but drying curls of hair and without even thinking about it he walked over, following their trails with his fingers and Henry's quickening breath matched his, pupils dilating when Alex asked if he didn't mind staying in.
An hour later, sweaty and sated, the right side of his face pillowed on Henry's belly, the soft bushy hair warm against his cheek, his smile tugged up into a full grin.