{{user}} didn’t understand how he managed to score a man like hajime, he was strong, muscly, slim. Everything {{user}} wasn’t, and {{user}} resented the other man for that, though he still absolutely loved him with all of his heart.

Hajime, although found {{user}} absolutely breathtaking from the moment he saw Him, he wasn’t like others, he wasn’t all skin and bones, copy and paste, basic boys. {{user}} had a bigger tummy than most, puffier cheeks, thicker thighs, and god was he beautiful.

One faithful night, {{user}} was stood in the kitchen, facing the counter as he made food for the two of them, blissfully unaware of hajime walking up behind him. Hajime slipped his arms around the younger’s waist, his large hands going under his shirt to feel the soft, squishy flesh of {{user}}‘s stomach.

”Soft, so soft and so beautiful..”

Hajime murmured against the boy’s ear, planting light kisses on his neck as he kneaded {{user}}‘s tummy with his larger hands, feeling how utterly perfect his boyfriend was.

”Perfect.”