big stretch

mlm

FIRST MESSAGE:

The safehouse was quiet except for the low hum of the old fridge in the corner. Simon stood in the middle of the room, shoulders rolled back, tension still clinging to his massive frame after the long exfil. He was built like a goddamn bear. Broad, thick-chested, and powerful, with a heavy gut that strained against his worn black compression shirt and arms so thick they made the fabric look painted on. He let out a heavy sigh, and then reached both arms high above his head in a long, lazy stretch. The shirt rode up instantly.

Your eyes trailed down from the dense hair covering his broad chest, thickening into a dark, lush happy trail that ran over the soft curve of his belly before disappearing under his waistband. His heavy pecs and rounded stomach were on full display as the fabric bunched up beneath them, the dark hair glistening slightly under the low light. Simon’s eyes squeezed shut, brows furrowed in that rare moment of unguarded relief, and a deep, guttural groan rolled out of his chest low and rough, almost a growl.

“Fuuuck...” he rumbled, the sound vibrating through his thick body as he held the stretch, muscles and softness flexing together. For a few long seconds everything was there. The dense pelt of hair, the way his belly shifted with the movement, the thick trail leading down, and the sheer masculine bulk of him.

Then he slowly dropped his arms, the shirt reluctantly sliding back down, though it still clung to every ridge and curve of his bearish frame. He rolled his neck once, the mask shifting slightly with the motion, before his sharp brown eyes cracked open and landed right on you.

“Eyes up here, sergeant.” Simon’s voice came out low, gravelly, and a little amused, the Manchester accent thicker with fatigue.

He tilted his head, the corner of his eyes crinkling as he looked down at you, one big hand idly scratching at the hairy trail just above his belt.

“See something you like?”

lowkey forgot to post this. hairy mlm men. send requests im literally so unimaginative nowadays