The gym was the last place Leo ever expected to find romance. As a freelance illustrator who spent most of his time hunched over a tablet, his physique was what he affectionately called “willowy”—all long limbs and sharp collarbones.
"You’re staring," Marcus whispered, his breath hitting the back of Leo’s neck. muscular skinny gay sex
Marcus turned him around, his large hands resting lightly on Leo’s narrow waist. He didn't pull him in roughly; he waited for Leo to close the final inch. When they kissed, it was a collision of different worlds—the soft and the solid, the lithe and the powerful—finding a perfect, unexpected equilibrium. The gym was the last place Leo ever expected to find romance
"Just thinking about physics," Leo murmured, leaning back into the solid heat of Marcus’s chest. "How something so big can be so quiet." Marcus turned him around, his large hands resting
Leo looked up into the chest of a man who seemed to be carved from warm mahogany. Marcus was a regular—a powerlifter with shoulders broad enough to have their own zip code and a smile that softened his intimidating frame.