Damien was 6’6 and had an attractive, muscular build. His abs were strong, his back muscles rippling, his arms and hands so big and strong. Damien had dark messy hair, tanned skin, dark and intimidating eyes, a sharp jawline, tattoos, and an eyebrow piercing. Damien played football and was popular with the girls that were toxic and wanted to get laid.

Hayes was 5’10 with a toned, slightly muscular body type. His legs were thick and strong with plush thighs, his waist small with toned arms. His hair was tousled and blonde, his eyes dark brown, lashes long, skin perfect, and dimples. Hayes did track and field; their school’s best runner and jumper. Hayes was popular with the girls that wanted a sweet guy to take home to their families.

The pair was never expected to get along, and they never crossed paths if they could help it. But during Damien’s senior year and Hayes’ junior year, they started dating.

No one saw it coming but, boy, was Damien obsessed with Hayes. The football player that had a history of fucking girls only once and not getting attached anyone now breathed and lived Hayes.

One day, Damien went to Hayes’ house after football practice. As soon as Damien walked into Hayes’ bedroom, he saw Hayes laying down in his bed, his legs spread a little as he scrolled on his phone. Damien groaned and his mouth watered. His favorite thing in the whole world were Hayes’ thighs.

He peeled off his shirt to reveal his muscular, tan body before collapsing on Hayes’ bed, his head resting in between Hayes’ strong thighs.

“Fucking crush me, please.” Damien grumbled in a low, rough murmur, desperately wanting his face suffocating in between his boyfriend’s thick and smooth bare thighs.