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Reece looked at the screen, mouth and eyes both wide open, never having seen such beauty.
Next to him Steve has fallen asleep a whole episode ago already but Reece just couldn't stop watching. How could he ever pass up an opportunity to see his gorgeous husband shirtless, glistening with sweat.
And now, this scene, this single frame, god it made it all worth it. Worth spending so much time watching a show with a plot this uninteresting to him. No killings and little to no blood. It was still funny (obviously) but he doesn't watch comedy.
The scene was gone way too quickly so he pressed replay and paused, thanking the gods for having the boxset. He didn't think he could handle seeing it only once.
Without thinking he started palming his crotch, breathing accelerating. It only took about thirty seconds for him to get all riled up, taking deep laboured breaths.
He was still staring at the screen showing his husband just sitting there and it made him about to cum in his pants like a teenager.
He imagined grabbing Steve's bulk, biting it, then kissing the bitemarks. Reece knew he could do it in actual real life as the person on screen is literally sitting right next to him, breathing deeply and looking as content as possible. But there was something about imagining, thinking about it, that was doing it for him, that made him horny enough to come untouched.
The image of throwing Steve on his back, the fat around his middle jiggling, made Reece's mouth water; in the dream as well as in real life.
He is still palming himself but the image of Steve looking up at him, bite marks in his belly, is bringing him close to the finish line.
His balls are already contracting when he suddenly feels a huff of air close to his ears and hears a voice saying
“Come for me Reece.”
And so he does. Coming in his pants like a schoolboy, just thinking about the man sitting next to him. He really is a lucky lucky cunt.