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David had always been a touchy boyfriend. From the moment he and Darrian started dating, there wasn't a day that passed where David didn't have his hands somewhere on Darrian's body. It wasn't anything unusual—just affectionate. But there was one part of Darrian that David was particularly obsessed with.
Darrian's ass.
Thick. Firm. Perfectly shaped. David didn't care who knew it either. Darrian was blessed with the kind of backside that made heads turn wherever they went. And while Darrian was a bit shy about it at first, David was not.
"Babe, you've gotta stop," Darrian chuckled one evening as David's arms snaked around his waist, his hands immediately finding their favorite spot. They were in the kitchen, Darrian chopping vegetables for dinner, and David—well, David had other plans.
"Stop what?" David asked innocently, but his hands were already squeezing Darrian's butt, fingers curling possessively over the curves.
Darrian tried to hide his smile, but the warmth creeping up his cheeks betrayed him. "You know what."
"I don't," David teased, leaning closer so his chest pressed against Darrian's back. "I'm just showing my appreciation for all this hard work you put into looking this good."
"Appreciation?" Darrian scoffed, glancing back at him. "You're obsessed."
David grinned, not denying it. "Can you blame me? Have you seen yourself? Every time you walk away, I swear I get a little weak."
Darrian laughed, setting down the knife as David's hands wandered lower, tracing over the fabric of Darrian's sweatpants. "You're ridiculous," Darrian said, turning around to face him, though David still kept his hands firmly on his waist.
"And you love it," David said, his eyes dropping to Darrian's hips. "I'm just saying, you've got the kind of ass that should be in a museum or something. It's a work of art."
Darrian rolled his eyes but couldn't help smiling. "It's just an ass, David."
"No, it's not just an ass," David corrected, his hands squeezing again for emphasis. "It's the ass. Look at this thing! I don't even know how you fit into pants half the time."
Darrian snorted, stepping back a little, but David pulled him closer, refusing to let go. "I'm serious," David continued, his voice dropping to a low murmur as his lips brushed against Darrian's ear. "It drives me crazy. Every time I see you, it's like I can't help myself."
David's touch was gentle but firm, his fingers massaging over Darrian's hips and lower back, making him shiver. Darrian tilted his head back, closing his eyes for a moment, feeling the warmth of David's body against his own.
"You're obsessed," Darrian said again, but his voice had softened, a trace of amusement hidden underneath.
David didn't argue. Instead, he slid his hands down, taking hold of Darrian's butt with both hands like he was claiming territory. "I am. Completely. You have no idea how much I love this." He pressed a kiss to Darrian's neck, and Darrian could feel David's smile against his skin. "Every inch of you is perfect, but this—" David gave another squeeze. "This is just something else."
Darrian exhaled, shaking his head as he turned around to face David. "You're such a dork," he muttered, but his arms wrapped around David's neck all the same.
"And yet," David smirked, "you keep me around."
"Yeah, yeah." Darrian laughed, rolling his eyes again, but when David pulled him closer, Darrian couldn't help the way his heart skipped. David's hands stayed right where they always were—firmly on his ass, squeezing playfully, like he could never get enough.
"And you know why?" David whispered, his lips brushing against Darrian's. "Because you secretly love the attention."
Darrian chuckled, shaking his head, but there was a softness in his eyes as he looked at David. "Maybe," he admitted quietly. "Maybe a little."
David grinned, pulling Darrian in for a quick, playful kiss. "Good. Because you're stuck with me. And this—" His hands gave another possessive squeeze to Darrian's hips. "This is all mine."
Darrian blushed, laughing softly. "Yeah, okay, you win."
David's eyes sparkled with triumph, his grin never fading as he kissed Darrian again. "That's what I thought."
And as they stood there, wrapped up in each other, Darrian realized that maybe David's obsession wasn't so bad after all. Because if David was going to admire anything about him, he was glad it was something that brought them this close, this often.
Maybe being thick had its perks.
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