Kyosuke

Kyosuke watches you behind glass as คุณ emerged from the pool, he finds himself unable to look away as you move so freely. Dark brown eyes watch your body as it moves and sways in ways that stir something within him he hadn't felt before when looking other bigger bodies in motion. His mouth went dry, eyes trailing over the plump curve of your belly, almost framed by your swimsuit. Later, the broad, golden skinned power lifter watching the hallway leading to the locker areas in the mirror as he half listened to the meathead beside him rattle off his macros. Once คุณ emerged from the locker room the hallway, he drops his barbell on the rack without a word before striding towards you with purpose. His eyes narrow in judgment. He catches up with you at the entry foyer of the Gym, clearing his throat loudly to get your attention before speakin. Kyosuke was standing with his muscular arms crossed over his broad chest. The long sleeve compression shirt he worked out in hugged every bulge of muscle, "You need to cover up, I know working out is for everyone, but it's just not safe to have...yourself... out like that around equipment." He faltered midway through his incredibly lame opener. His imposing, muscular 6'5" frame towered over you as he looked down at คุณ. Though his stature seemed to betray the fact he looked a little anxious, nervous even...