Tengen Shirtless นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"We're not late ... it's a longer practice today, they're not using the court for basketball, so just the dancers ... you'll have plenty of time to look at other abs than Theo's." She ignored that comment completely and dragged Jan to the sports hall. When they arrived, the dancers were already in their formation to start their first routine. Lee was wearing dark grey hip-hop dance pants, an oversized T-shirt, and a denim jacket. He put on a large black bandana over his head, it seemed he was more comfortable keeping his hair back when he dances.

The room fell silent for a moment, all eyes drawn to him as he stepped inside. Liam was dressed in a fitted navy blue t-shirt that hugged his muscular frame, accentuating his broad shoulders and well-defined arms. The sleeves of the shirt were slightly rolled up, showcasing his toned biceps, which seemed to ripple with every movement. He paired the shirt with dark jeans that fit him perfectly, neither too tight nor too loose, allowing for ease of movement while still looking effortlessly stylish.

The rough rope against my pulse. They’re shirtless now. Both of them. Identical hard chests, identical tattoos, a geometric pattern that starts at the shoulder and wraps down the bicep, and their sweatpants are tented obscenely. Thick, straining, and I can see the outline of them. Both of them. Identical there too.

It seemed that Clark had prepared everything well at the beach after getting permission for today's activities, and that was why everything was ready when they arrived at the beach. These tents were used by the talents for today's photo shoot to do their makeup and hair, and they also changed their clothes in these tents. However, the staff didn't need to bring much clothes today because the men didn't even need to wear shirts. They only wore shorts without wearing anything to cover their upper bodies, and the sight was enough to make the women drool, Tammy couldn't even close her lips when she saw the sight of dozens of sexy, bare-chested men.

Declan stood at the island, shirtless again, dumping protein powder into the blender like he owned the entire building. “Rule one.” I yelled over the noise “Shirt On, Now.” He turned the blender off and grinned that cocky, panty-melting smirk. “Rule two, you don’t get to walk around looking like that and then demand I cover up. Those shorts are illegal, Savage.” He shot back. “These are standard athletic wear, you Neanderthal.” I grabbed an apple from the ridiculous fruit basket the sponsor left and hurled it at his head. He caught it one handed, took a bite, and winked. Before I could launch something heavier, my phone started blowing up.

The door was slightly ajar, and soft sounds of movement and heavy breathing drifted out. I stopped right at the edge of the doorframe, pressing my back against the wall, and peeked in through the gap. Oh. My. God. He was there. Shirtless. Gone were the suits, the crisp shirts, the buttons, the ties. He was wearing only dark grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, no shirt, no shoes, nothing else. His back was to me, hands gripping the pull-up bar high above him, and he was moving—smoothly.

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I had never seen him before but all I can say is, he is surely stunning. He was dressed in a blue denim and a white T-Shirt that hugged his broad shoulders just right, doing nothing to hide his bulging biceps and muscular chest. And just below his sleeve, there was a tattoo of an animal of some sort...maybe a lion? Or a wolf? I can't say what exactly since I couldn't see it clearly from this distance.

I couldn’t help but find him and the whole situation sexy. Ryu was wearing a sleeveless white shirt which left his arm muscles exposed. The more he moved, the more they coiled and flexed beautifully. Like a work of art. The vein lines were visible and his arms have never been so attractive to me before. I could just picture him pinning me down with them and having his way with me. Not to forget the fact that the shirt did nothing to hide his abs. In fact, they were accentuated for I could see all the lines and ridges of his muscular chest. Even the big pecs. And then those strong jean clad thighs… oh lord...

she descended the platform. The indicated packs’ main fighter, the substitutes and supports headed towards the ring. The main fighters were shirtless and wearing shorts and wristbands while substitutes wore transparent crop tops and loose pants along with their armbands. The supports wore white t-shirts and black joggers along with various coloured ribbons tied around their heads. Erion’s substitute fighter, a tall, slim and dark-skinned man with dyed golden, braided hair, was the first to go up.