There's something about him
There is something about a beefy guy just letting go.
There is something so inherently sweet about a guy who works out and doesn't contort himself into a strict diet to reach a fitness goal, who isn't afraid of overeat every so often.
There's something so sweet and soft about him losing track of how much he's put away, so lost in good food, good company, and a good time that he's barely even noticed his pants are a little tighter than when he sat down.
There is something about a guy after he's finished a big meal, having unbuttoned his jeans and looking visibly stuffed, still asking "what's for dessert?"
There's something so adorable about him relishing in a soothing belly rub after, content and full of good food, so warm and surrounded by people he loves and who love him.
