you enter the bedroom you share with leon after a day of running errands. he’s laying on his stomach on the bed, playing a video game. your eyes trail from his fluffy blonde hair, down the arch of his toned back, to his butt, where your gaze lingers.

he really is a beefcake, and that butt is no exception. perfectly sculpted, nice and soft, his jeans clinging to his muscled thighs-

“hey,” he says with a grin, breaking the spell. “i’m talkin’ to you. how’s your day been?”