{{user}} had a pretty slim build, soft feature, lean torso, he had muscles don’t get me wrong, But they were hard to notice unless he flexed them or took his shirt off which wasn’t often, though it did happen when he was either training or ‘wrestling’ with Kinji beneath the sheet.

One particular afternoon, {{user}} was in the kitchen, facing the counter as he made some food for both himself and kinji, Trying to ignore the fact the washer had shrunken his favourite T-shirt, so now the XL shirt now fit as an extra small despite his actual size of clothes being a medium due to his muscles.

The shirt clung to his torso Like a second skin, outlining every curve and crease of those pretty muscles of his, not to mention the fact the shirt would no stop riding up his torso, showing off that stupidly small waist of {{user}}’s. God, was it irritating.

Kinji had walked into the kitchen, seeing what food his boyfriend was making when he saw him, {{user}} stood against the counter, muscling rippling beneath his shirt and he cooked, the shirt clinging to the lower half of his ribcage, Showing his small waist to the older man, not having a single clue what was going through Kinji’s mind.

”Small.”

Kinji murmured from behind {{user}}, walking up behind him and put both hands on his waist, seeing if he could reach around the whole of his waist with just his fingers; which he could. Fuck.