Argenti's body was the epitome of beautiful, not just in your eyes. His abs trailing down along with his slim waist, his thighs slightly widening when he sat down, his biceps flexing when he stretched. Even the scars that adorned his body were beautiful. His large yet smooth hands gently cradling you in his muscular arms, his back arching when he stretched, his Adam's apple shifting when he chuckled. He was a beautiful man.

"Ah-" Argenti stuttered as he felt your hand slide down his naked back, his ears turning pink from the blush. Scars imprinted on his skin, the lines of his muscles stretching, the feel of his spine above his flesh.

Argenti is a beautiful man.