Kaos Tanpa Lengan Pria Novels & Stories

Once I hopped out the last steps of the stairs I saw my two hot mates. Ian was wearing a black tight tee that hugged his body like a second skin making his big tetddits visible. His biceps were so sexy. His tight black jeans hugged his toned thighs. His fingers were decorated with rings and thick chains making him handsome. Kai was wearingblack too but all in leather in his style. He gelled his hair back to show his buzz cut under his long hair. His dangling earnings were looking so good on him. They both were eyeing me like I am their prey.

Ron said loudly causing Klen to laugh. "Just chill, bro, don't be obvious that you want me to have sex with you," Klen replied and suddenly touched the hem of Ron's branded tee-shirt. "Raise your hands, let's take your clothes off," Klen commanded and Ron immediately obeyed, as he raised his hands Klen immediately removed his upper garment exposing his six-pack abs, his arm and chest were also full of tattoos.

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His muscles are bigger, his thighs thicker in his pants. Valois and Xander vanish in the following second. Kael lands back on bare feet. Seemingly, the winter doesn't hurt him. His shirt is bare. His large pecs are on display, his neck is strong, his torso is tightened, and his abs are showcasing themselves—one, two...eight of them.

My mouth goes dry at the sight of them because apparently they all got the same memo about clothing being optional tonight. Corrian's in nothing but a pair of low-slung grey boxers that do absolutely nothing to hide the impressive bulge straining against the fabric. Ezra's completely naked, his massive cock already half-hard and making my core clench with want. Leo's in black boxer briefs that might as well be painted on for all they're hiding, and River, River's wrapped in a towel that's barely clinging to his hips and looks like it might fall off if he breathes too hard.

He felt small. Kai broke the kiss and stepped back. He pulled his hoodie off, tossing it onto the sofa. He wasn't wearing a shirt underneath. His torso was a landscape of muscle and ink, scars and veins. He looked like a weapon. "Sit down," Kai said, pointing at the floor. Leo sat. He folded his legs underneath him, looking up. Kai stood in front of him. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants and pushed them down. He wasn't wearing underwear. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, already half-hard.

"Look! Oh my God! This man is so handsome and droolworthy! With a body to die for! Oh my! How can someone be this perfect.. Kai?! Aren't you seeing this?! " " Seeing what? " I was looking around the body of the laptop when suddenly my caught something. A man. He was dressed in an expensive red Balenciaga t-shirt that exposed the upper part of his muscular chest. Louis scrolled through and another picture of him when he was wearing a black sleeve with leather cuffs,with all the buttons flying off with grey slacks that brightened the glitters of his eyes. "Oh my god! See those abs! Damn! I could die for this guy.. " Louis was just talking non-stop.

His presence was commanding, a power that charged the air around us, impossible to dismiss. Axel leaned against the doorway, fitting snugly in its frame as if it had been custom-built just for him. His white tee clung casually to his sculpted form, the fabric stretched across the broad expanse of his chest, effortlessly defining the muscles beneath. The outline of his biceps was striking, a display of strength not meant for intimidation but as a testament to countless hours of dedication at the gym.

He was the kind of man who didn’t walk—he commanded space. He wore a pair of impeccably tailored charcoal-gray suit pants that clung to his form with surgical precision, as though they had been sewn onto him. His crisp white button-down shirt was tucked neatly at the waist, hugging his torso in a way that emphasized both his broad shoulders and narrow waist. The sleeves were casually rolled up to his elbows, revealing forearms inked with vibrant tattoos—swirls of color and design that danced across his skin like living art.

2 years ago… Kai swallowed hard, trying to calm herself as she stared at the man in front of her. Jarrel Grayson. Dressed in a crisp white long-sleeved polo, the fabric hugged his toned arms, making every muscle visible. The way his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows revealed the prominent veins on his forearms, running down to his large hands. Everything about him was overwhelming. But despite that, she was glad she could still handle his presence.