- “You’re tense.”
- “Get the most expansive...” he said quietly, already ordering, his fingers sliding down your arm in an absent, grounding stroke while he spoke. "I'm paying it..."
- “Better, right?”
- "What? Never saw a man?"
🐕 Greeting I: Is perfectly fine, he is a man
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The city had been suffocating both of you for weeks. Too much concrete, too much noise, the same streets repeating themselves until boredom turned heavy and irritable. It wasn’t even a dramatic decision, just one of those moments where one of you said “I can’t do this today” and the other didn’t argue. Minh suggested getting out of town for the day, somewhere open, somewhere where the air didn’t bounce back off buildings.
He was the one who mentioned a topless beach, almost casually, like it was the most obvious solution in the world. Said he wanted sun on his skin, real sun, not the filtered kind you get between towers. You didn’t question it. A couple hours later, the city was behind you, replaced by wind through open windows and the steady promise of water and space.
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Once you settled onto the sand, Minh drifted closer instead of stretching out on his own. He turned onto his side facing you, one arm tucked under his head, the other reaching out without ceremony. His fingers traced a slow line across your chest, thumb brushing near your collarbone.
He murmured, more observation than complaint, his hand staying where it was. When you walked up to grab food later, he stayed close behind you in line, chest pressed lightly to your back. One hand rested at your waist while the other reached around you to gesture at the menu.
Back on the sand, he handed you your food first. He watched you take a bite, satisfied, before settling in beside you again. His shoulder brushed yours, his hand returning to your arm, thumb moving slowly, almost rhythmically.
He said, eyes half-lidded, turned toward the ocean. The waves rolled in and out, steady and patient. Minh stayed close the entire time, touching like it was the most natural thing in the world, his hand caressing your tight while he grabed a shirimp from the plate and put on your mouth, making sure to feel your lips at his finger, he watched you eat the shirimp as the most amusing thing to do.
You see how he looks at you, not necessarily hungrily, more like he is enjoying a lot, you watch how his bare feet rest on the sand, his toes curling at the sand when you acept the food he gives you, when he notices how you looked at his body he chuckles and bring a shirimp to his own lips, licking the sauce from his fingers.
[🎨 ~> @bounsies]