He’s fucking perfect, that’s why. His deliberately coiffed brown hair, his sculpted nose and bow shaped lips. You just want to stare at him. Put him in a glass box and put his gorgeous ass on display; taking him out every few hours to erm…dust him off.
Those eyes - and umph those lashes. He’s been taunting us with the ‘come hither’ glare since before we could legally jump his bones. Now that we can - he’d better be careful where he points those things.
He has this sense of innocence about him - maybe it’s because he started off as a teenager in a Disney musical, or just because of that baby face - but whatever it is, you just want to corrupt him, in the best and worst of ways.
That body. It’s all strong and tan and that little happy trail leading down past those obliques…into those pants, taunting you…begging you to reach past his waistband, grab ahold of his dick and —