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It might be a public gym, but Liam had little to none of the kind of decency that might have convinced him to behave—not when it was all right there in front of him; under one of the showerheads, that massive gym stud was washing down the gruels of yet another session done. Oh. Liam knew that it was a good one; he had watched how the other pumped his weights and pushed himself to his limits—flexing and swelling, his sweat sculpted that mighty body of his that he might have been unwittingly putting a show with… from how he grunted, pulled and hauled—how he bent over and had those muscle globes swell right before his very eyes—round juicy cheeks that were now in perfect view and definition with how the waters sluiced along his beefy form. Taut. Tight. He was a tantalizing treat as muscles flexed on with how his arms swelled with the way his fingers scrubbed at his raven hair. That while he was obviously distracted by the well-earned comforts of being under the shower, Liam only had a smirk on his face as he took the head next to his and nodded to the other.
“------look at you, pushing hard with those weights and you still look like you can manage soaping your back,” Liam teased, splashing water against the heft of his own chest.
