I'm obsessed with this pic.
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Luke's heart ached for his black haired roomate, loving his every curve and fold on his body. The way his belly jiggled slightly when he walked, his love handles that spilled over his jeans, how he had a little double chin always poking out, Luke couldn't deny it.....he loved Michael Clifford. Luke loved cooking for Michael, watching him eat the food he cooked and getting crumbs and/or sauce all over his mouth. Just everything about this 19 year old boy was pure perfection to Luke and there was no doubt in his mind that he wanted him to be his.
Luke came home one day and walked to his and Michael's room , Michael was standing on the scale with a frown on his face, pinching a roll his belly had made and biting his lips to hold back a sob. Luke bit his lip at the sight of Michael shirtless, his bubble butt and belly, his love handles and thighs, Michael turned to Luke and jumped, scrambling to get a shirt on. Luke walked behind him and wrapped his arms around Michael's waist, loving the feeling of the soft flesh but soon sad when he felt Michael suck it in, "Mikey, stop it." Luke whispered and ran his finger over a stretch mark on Michael's belly, Michael slowly let his belly go and Luke hugged him tighter, pulling him onto the beds that they had pushed together, he sat with Michael on his lap and lossened his grip. Luke rubbed Michael's belly in large circles, "Luke, what are you doing?" Michael blushed and desperately tried to keep himself from moaning out. "I'm rubbing your tummy." Luke whispered and Michael bit down on his lip, "Mikey, I love you so much. I've held it in for so long, but I fucking love you. I love your belly, squishy love handles, chipmunk cheeks, thick thighs, and your bubble butt. Everything about you is what I love and I wanna be able to call it mine." Luke rambled on and Michael turned around, placing a gentle kiss on Luke's lips. "I love you too Luke." Michael smiled and Luke pulled Michael on top of him, "Luke I'm crushing you." The older boy laughed and tried to stand up, "No, my cuddle kitten is never gonna crush me." Luke babbled and squished his cheek against Michael's, laying on his side and holding Michael to his chest. He watched as Michael fell asleep in his arms and as Michael slept, he kissed every fold, every stretch mark, and both love handles Michael had before falling asleep as well.
