“Beautiful,” Deniz whispers.

Stretched across their rumpled bed, limbs akimbo, cock hard and weeping, begging Deniz with his eyes to come and fuck him, Roman steals Deniz’s breath away. Wraps another layer of love around Deniz’s heart so tightly that Deniz fears he’ll soon be unable to breathe air at all. Knows the only way to prevent complete asphyxiation will be to wrap Roman around himself and fill his lungs with him instead.

Suddenly, the mini skirt and lip gloss Roman wants him to wear doesn’t matter at all. Just so long as Roman keeps looking at him like that.