Flopping onto Mitchell's lap, Anders trailed his fingers over the neckline of Mitchell's shirt, "Is it weird that your chest hair really turns me on?" He asked, resting his cheek on his boyfriend's shoulder. ((Sorry, your gif on the last thing backfired.))
"A wee bit, aye" he snorted, watching the other go about as he pleased.Â
Pressing a hot kiss to Mitchell's throat, he mock-scolded, "Now don't go getting all Irish on me and trying to distract me, this is more important than how sexy your voice gets." His fingertips drew circles in the small curl of hair at the top of Mitchell's chest, "This bit's my favourite, I get to see it the most through the open neck of your shirts and when your t-shirt sits just that little bit lower. Makes me think about what's hiding under your clothes." His hands slid up under Mitchell's shirt, palms skimming his skin. "Though..." He mused, hands slipping down again and thumbs running over the trail of hair below his belly button, "This bit comes a very close second."Â













