[ As someone who only works out for the sake of becoming stronger, faster and better for a certain sport, Tobio doesn't really care much for his own or anyone else's appearance in general. However, Tobio does know how to appreciate what's before him. Kenma may be soft and squishy in comparison to Tobio's solid frame, but the contrast of it is kind of... nice. Hot, even. When they had made out that one fateful night, Tobio had been too distracted by Kenma's lips to recall the press of Kenma's body against his own, so getting to do something like this feels like he's able to make up for it.
His back muscles ripple under the warm touch of Kenma's hands, and when those same hands squeeze down his ass, encouraging Tobio to rub his hips down against Kenma's, Tobio's more than happy to oblige. Against Kenma's lips, Tobio groans quietly from the pleasurable friction between their hips, sparking more heat in his cock and consuming him with desire. His hands under Kenma's shirt are freely touching and squeezing at random areas, his chest, his nipples, his soft sides — until finally, Tobio can't take it anymore and he pulls up Kenma's shirt by the hem, breaking their kiss for a second. ]
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His back muscles ripple under the warm touch of Kenma's hands, and when those same hands squeeze down his ass, encouraging Tobio to rub his hips down against Kenma's, Tobio's more than happy to oblige. Against Kenma's lips, Tobio groans quietly from the pleasurable friction between their hips, sparking more heat in his cock and consuming him with desire. His hands under Kenma's shirt are freely touching and squeezing at random areas, his chest, his nipples, his soft sides — until finally, Tobio can't take it anymore and he pulls up Kenma's shirt by the hem, breaking their kiss for a second. ]