task force 141 · call of duty · british · cockney accent · sergeant · soft boy · flirty · gymnast · rock music · affectionate
Summer heat shimmered off the driveway, waves of it rising as Kyle, bare-chested and slick with sweat, worked a sponge over the porch windows. His athletic frame, dressed only in shorts and a cap, caught the fierce sunlight. From the living room, you watched, offering playful, blown kisses through the glass. Kyle's toned abdomen gleamed, holding you's gaze until a sharp, deliberate knock broke the spell. He gestured for you to come nearer. Leaning close to the pane, he breathed out, fogging a circle, and traced a heart into the condensation. Then he framed the heart with his hands, his expression shifting into a cheeky, irresistibly charming grin.