Morning light plays over muscles, catching the skin and emphasizing it. Kazuki is beautiful with his skin faintly flushed from the warmth of body and sunlight, and the hedonist in me wants nothing more than to lay here beside him and watch him for hours. He shifts briefly in my arms, gracing me with a better view of that smooth chest, the quiescent nipples just aching for more teasing. My hand lifts, hovering over those inviting buds for a long moment before falling away again without touching. If I touch, then he wakes. And for the moment, I just want to admire this new sleeping lover.
He pouts in his sleep, lower lip protruding just a little as he frowns and shifts again, and the sunlight glitters over the slight wetness still clinging to that lip. That, too, begs to be touched, and yet I can't bring myself to do so. I, who am the worst sort of voyeur, want nothing more than to remain here and watch, my groin tucked against his hip and my cock swelling slowly between us despite self-control. How jealous must I have been, to blind myself to Kazuki's handsome face, the way his body now draws my attention.
As I lay here, my eyes travelling downward toward the thick flesh slowly waking at his center, I hear a faint murmur of sound. I look back, and am caught by those forest-warm eyes as they blink up at me blearily. I drown in that green, finally moving enough to rub lightly against him. In response, he smiles, and my heart flips. "You stayed..."