Where do I even begin…
His voice is one of the first things that comes to mind. It’s like a jaguar or something. And God, can it get low; low enough that I swear I can feel it in my chest. Don’t get me started on the French thing, either. Then there’s his eyes: intense, focused, but they can get so soft, usually when no one else is looking. There’s something about his hair, too. It’s cute at the same time that it’s hot and I don’t know how that works but one minute, he’s got the funniest looking bedhead in the world and I’m cracking up, and the next it’s the sexiest look I’ve ever seen him wear. And he wears a lot of looks very, very well. He’s got a fantastic body. He’s long and lean all over; toned and strong and pale as a ghost. I honestly can’t decide whether or not I like him best when he’s starkers or when he’s clothed, because either way he’s damn gorgeous. His cheekbones, his jaw, his neck, his collar bone, his chest, his arms, his hands, his stomach, his… other things. It’s almost like he’s chiseled. Watching him move about is pretty fantastic. He’s a very beautiful person.
And then, there’s his mind, and his heart, and his soul. He’s volatile, insufferable at times, and can’t hold a normal conversation about the weather for more than two minutes, but Christ, is he stunning. I don’t know when it was that I started to see his personality as sexy but it is. He’s confident and strong. Even when he’s not so strong, in a way it’s still attractive because he trusts me enough to let me see him like that. He’s got dangerous, deadly, beautiful thoughts, his heart’s so big he doesn’t know what to do with it, he’s filled with passion and spirit and it rises and falls, he’s got highs and lows, God, he’s electric and he makes me feel alive. Everything about him. I can’t choose just one thing.
… Ehm, well. That was a bit longer than I intended. And a bit more embarrassing, too. A lot more embarrassing. Can we delete this and start over?
Don’t change a single word. I have a feeling you’ve been trying to get that out for awhile now.
To start, he’s much more fit that he let on a few days ago. He doesn’t wear as many form-fitting shirts as I, apparently, do, but he does occasionally walk around in only a vest, and it’s entrancing. There are also, of course, the times that he’s completely naked, and that’s far more attractive than I’m able to prove to him right now. All of him is mesmerising: his hair, his skin, his eyes - his eyes especially; if you’re more than a foot or two away, they appear the richest brown I’ve ever come across, but when you’re up close, they’re a deep cerulean blue colour. He’s constantly licking his lips, which is like an unintentional tease. Every time I catch him doing it I’m overcome with an urge to kiss him then and there, which is exceptionally problematic when we’re in public. He has a strong jaw, strong hands. Many scars; I have to actively try not to be distracted with them the whole time. His facial expressions are unique and telling and open - the look on his face is always exactly as he feels, which I can tell because he speaks his mind just a few moments later. His tongue is fantastic, too, just as a short note. His ‘other things’ are just as irresistible. I’m fond of the way he writhes and gasps and begs. And the look he’s giving me right now as I type this, and the look, I’m sure, he’ll give me for a few things I’ve written here.
Then, of course, I’m obligated to mention his behaviour, as a lot of the time it’s contradictory to his actions. When he’s being rough with me he takes the time to make sure I’m fine, and that he should continue. He takes to explaining exactly what he’s going to do to me, but at the same time he’s stroking - actually stroking - my hair. He’s considerate at all times, even when he’s angry at me, to make sure that I feel comfortable and okay. I’ve never known how to handle that - he’s been doing it from the very moment he agreed to move in, ages ago. He’s always made sure that I am okay. No one has ever done that for me before, and, as ridiculously cheesy and cliché as it sounds, he honestly makes me feel loved. I don’t always do the same for him, but I’m trying. The fact that he appreciates it as much as he does is unbelievable.