Big Bodied

The air was warm, even at this hour.

He lay sprawled across the wide bed, naked, the woven sheets pushed aside sometime during the night. Sleep had become a physical thing for him, deep, weighty and full, and it often ended this way, his body having claimed as much space as it needed. His back pressed into the firm mattress, shoulders broad and solid, arms resting heavy at his sides. His chest rose and fell with measured strength, thick pectorals easing against gravity. Below them, his abdomen curved outward, dense and powerful, the product of years of disciplined eating and training. His thighs were wide, heavy with muscle, relaxed now but unmistakably strong even at rest.

There was no tension in the way he regarded his body, even half-asleep. It simply was. It filled the space it occupied, confidently and without apology, just as bodies like his were meant to on Eldros de Rimbara.