@homemadehooligans - continued from here
─── ⚝ the best thing to do when he was stuck on an assignment, other than sex, was visit the gym and work up a sweat, get out of his own head. iseul hadn't gone in with any plan like he sometimes did, and he mostly spent his time there between the treadmill and weights. his muscles were aching as he made his way back into the locker room, freshly showered, his hair still dripping down onto his chest. iseul hadn't expected to run into someone, not at this time, and he certainly hadn't expected them to be naked. as the door clanged shut, he didn't hide that he was staring. the guy was fucking hot, tattoos and muscle, just his type. "please, don't cover up on my account. no need to apologise." iseul replied, walking further in with a smirk. "you're fucking hot, why cover up." it wasn't new, iseul being this forward, but he was well aware it scared some guys off. he could only hope this guy wasn't one of them.










