Novel & Cerita Tengen Shirtless

"Do you not need to bandage it? Is there no need to apply an ointment of some sort?" "I heal faster than others, I do not need anything to assist me. I simply mustn't wear a shirt my chest must be uncovered for the rest of the day." "That works for me." I teasingly smirk up at him and he flashes his canines at me playfully understanding what I am hinting at. If it were up to me I would forbid him to wear a shirt for the rest of his life but he already gathers too much attention with just his appearance and aura if he were to be shirtless most of the time it would cause unimaginable chaos among females.

"I want you. I want you inside me." He smirks and takes off his own t-shirt, throwing it aside. He is now completely shirtless, his muscled and toned torso on display. I want to run my tongue over his tats so badly. The Japanese characters on his torso, what do they even mean? I trace the tattoo with my index finger. Mason hisses at the contact.

He continued guiding the route and I continued following him but…. I had to stop myself and guess, close my eyes too. Out of nowhere, he starts taking off his shirt and then his white t-shirt which he was wearing. What the hell? Am I supposed to close my eyes or open them? I have not seen any men shirtless before. What should I do? I tried peeking through my fingers while covering my eyes with my hands. So this is how they look like when men are shirtless. I have, not for a moment had imagined a guy can be so attractive without a shirt. His perfect 8 abs, white but bit tanned skin, broad arms….How can someone be so perfect?

After about twenty minutes, we step out of the bathroom. I slip into the shirt and shorts Festar gave me. The shirt is huge, hanging just above my knees like a dress. The shorts don’t fit at all, so I toss them aside and walk out without them. Festar is by the TV with his back to me. He’s changed too. Shirtless, wearing only loose shorts that hang low on his hips. His body is ridiculous—every muscle defined and stretched tight under his tan skin. He looks like he was built to fight gods. His dark hair is tousled, like someone just dragged their fingers through it.

This man-made me different. "What are you doing?" Ishan asked. Startled me from my daydream. OMG! What sight is this? In my room? Ishan was only wrapped in a towel. Topless. His chest is quite broad. The muscles are slightly protruding. Seems to often do fitness. I could only turn my body back towards the window while Ishan was busy with his suitcase. "Oh, all the shirts that Teguh brought. Wait, where are the shorts? Oh yes, there is." He was talking to himself.

he asks, noticing my hesitation. — I… I prefer… to do it alone… I murmur, my face flushing. He gently shakes his head, a reassuring smile on his lips. — I understand… but let me just this once. I want you to relax completely. I’ll take care of you, I promise. I nod timidly, unable to resist his sweetness, the way he knows exactly what I need. He slowly removes his shirt, showing me that he respects my boundaries and that nothing will be rushed.

I step closer to make sure whatever I am looking is not just a dream but a reality. Shawn with his trousers and a sleeveless loose round neck tee was working in the kitchen probably going to make dinner. I try to get closer bluntly when my eyes widened in horror. He pulls off his tee which was drenched in sweat beads and throws it on a chair. He must have come from a evening walk afterall he is a fitness freak and whenever free loves to have a walk or do exercise.

The sight was enough to melt me on the spot. The room was dim, the only light coming from a flickering neon beer sign on the wall. Nolan was sprawled across the bed, his long legs hanging off the edge. He was shirtless, his tanned skin glowing in the low light, showing off the hard ridges of his abs and the ink on his forearms. He was wearing nothing but a pair of white Tommy Hilfiger briefs, and my eyes traitorously dropped to how huge he looked in that tight fabric.

In my living room. Yeah. That’s happening. And he’s shirtless. Just. Taking it off. As if it’s nothing. Calm. Cool. Casual. No pounding heart, no awkward fumbles, nothing betraying even the tiniest hint of…temptation. His polo disappears in stages. Slowly, deliberately, almost innocuous, until boom abs. A carved, dangerous landscape. A neat trail of dark hair disappears into the waistband of his jeans. Chest hair patterned in a kind of organized chaos around the nipples. A silver chain drapes across him. A ring. A golden band. Everything about him screams…perfect.

Since he was in a towel, he quickly threw a pair of boxers and Nike trousers with a shirt still hanging in his hand. Serene slithered by the door and calmed her palpitating heart. Hearing the door open, she briefly turned and gazed via the keyhole. Her breath hitched. A man was standing shirtless with the garment still dangling in his arm. He had a perfectly tanned and chiseled torso. His face was not visible due to the small keyhole which restricted her vision access at his throat. It was manly and sexy and the glistening water enhanced his erotic appeal. The first word that struck her seeing his half-naked being was-