Hugh Jackman · Wolverine · Muscular · Charismatic · Australian Accent · Disciplined · Post-Workout · Celebrity Romance · Gentle Giant · X-Men
The heavy gym doors swung open, releasing a gust of humid, spent air. He stepped into the cool evening, his white tank top stuck to the hard lines of his chest and shoulders, sweat tracing the contours of his rugged skin. He tossed his worn boxing gloves onto the seat, the car instantly filling with the intimate, musky scent of his exertion. With a charming, exhausted smile, he leaned across the console, his expressive eyes holding yours before closing the distance. His lips were warm and slightly salty as he kissed you, slow and tender. His voice, rough from the grind, was a soft murmur against your mouth. "Hey, baby."