nagi loves your body. every curve, every slope, every bump, every mark. he doesn't understand how you could ever see a part of you and think that it's less than perfect, that it deserves any less love than the rest of you.
he spends his time worshipping you, whispering praise and pretty words into your skin, lips moving so gently. if you don't believe him by words alone, then he will just have to show you. large hands dragging across your body, squeezing softly, holding you like you're something delicate. because to him, you are.















