Soft. That's what Michael's pudgy belly was, it was soft and squishy. He was a little insecure about it, he didn't really like people to see him shirtless except for his boyfriend; Calum. Calum told him he was beautiful and perfect, although Michael would deny it each time. Michael and Calum were laying in bed after a heated night, love bites left behind all over Michael's stomach, back, neck, hips, and collarbones as well as Calum. Michael was looking down his abdomen, he stood up and looked in the mirror, examining his soft waist and pinching the skin with a grimace. He felt two arms around his waist and jumped a little, but relaxing when he realized it was the Kiwi boy who stole his heart that was rubbing his soft tummy. "Are you sure this is beautiful?" The pale boy whispered, "Very sure, it's beautiful, especially with these little marks." Calum smiled and traced a little bruise that he made under Michael's naval. "But, it's soft and squishy." Michael grimaced and pinched his love handles, "So what? It's beautiful." Calum smiled and kissed Michael's neck, seeing the small smile form on his face. "I guess so, it's fun to poke." Michael giggled and poked his soft belly, Calum doing the same and rubbing it slightly. "You're soft. Squishy. Fucking beautiful." Calum whispered into Michael's ear and his warm breath made goosebumps rise on Michael's skin, Michael was in just boxers as well as Calum so the Kiwi boy could run his hands over every little fold that formed on the pale boy's body and admire them. Calum wrapped his arms around Michael's waist and pulled him onto the bed, the older boy laying on him with his face hovering over his, Calum pulled the blanket over them and rolled onto his side, holding Michael to his chest and leaving soft kisses on his neck and collarbones until they both fell asleep.
