Levi is soaked with sweat after a particularly hard workout on a hot and humid day. The white tank top he's wearing is practically soaked, nearly see-through, pale skin barely visible through the thin fabric. His muscles ripple, chest heaving as he comes down from the exertion.
"Disgusting," he spits, muttering to himself as sweat beads down his from his hairline, trailing into his eyes. You watch, drinking in the sight of him. The already tight tank top clings to his frame, draping across the hard lines of his muscled torso. His biceps twitch, flexing as he lifts an arm to run finger through his dark and sweaty hair.
You'd ducked around the corner the moment you'd seen him. You aren't really sure why, you'd planned to meet him here. You're early. And he just looks so.. so... God. You can't help but watch, peaking your head around the corner. Your breath hitches high in your throat, thighs filling with heat.
Pinching the bottom edge of his shirt between two fingers, he lifts it up-up-up, wiping his face on the soaked cotton. His bare stomach draws your gaze helplessly. You gasp, completely unaware of the noise. He's all hard lines of rippling muscle, wet and shiny with sweat. His pants are riding low, the rounded curves of his hip bones peaking above the fabric. A dark trail of hair dusts around his belly button, thickening as it trails down down down...
"Tch.." Levi grimaces with a loud disgruntled noise. He grunts, glaring at the sweaty mass of cloth. Snorting again, he smirks, silvery gaze sliding from the fabric to you, "Think I didn't hear you over there? You just going to watch, or do you want to help me clean up?"
