do whatever you would like with this information.
possibly draw it.
u can do whatever tho i just wanted to share art :D
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do any other artists draw something theyre proud of and get really excited to post the next day and show their followers? like a kid giving their parents something to hang on the fridge
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Request: bucktommy + belly worship (if you're not into it, no worries <3 )
It was a comfort, more than anything. The perfect spot to rest after a rough day. The coziest place to lay his head and take a nap. Where he'd most often end up after sex, sleepy and sated and endlessly satisfied. It was great foreplay too. The noises he'd elicit with a bite and suck, followed by a lick to ease the sting.
If he wasn't resting his head there, it was his arm. Hand splayed over the softest spot in the dead center of Tommy's belly.
There didn't really have to be a reason at all. Buck just loved it.
Was fascinated by it, really. He found it a little hysterical himself. Out of all the things he could, and probably should, be focusing on in this all-new experience of being with another man, Tommy's stomach was what he was addicted to most.
Physically, anyway.
Tommy always told Buck how warm he was. How his body radiated heat in the best way. Tommy himself ran cold, so Buck was always more than happy to run a hand up under Tommy's shirt and leave it over his stomach as they watched a movie or recapped their day.
Buck loved how Tommy's stomach moved with each breath. Loved giving his abs gentle scratches with his fingertips. Loved the way Tommy got goosebumps every time.
He adored the feeling of the hair that trailed down his belly and underneath his boxers.
Couldn't withdrawal his gaze when Tommy sucked in a staggered breath as Buck licked around his navel.
Loved the way it felt to clean the cum off of him with his tongue.
“If I could superglue myself right here, I would,” Buck said one day. Tommy was laid across the couch with Buck settled between his legs. He had raised up Tommy's shirt just enough to rest his head on his belly as they watched TV.
Tommy laughed, his stomach contracting before settling once again. “Why's that?” he asked.
“S'the perfect spot,” Buck replied. He had only been lying there a few minutes, but he could already feel himself drifting. “Everybody should have a Tommy tummy.”
Tommy laughed again, and Buck rested a hand next to his head, so he could feel Tommy's belly with both his hand and his cheek.
“Sorry, hun, this tummy is into monogamy.”
“Juss for me?”
Tommy began to run his fingers through Buck's hair. “Just for you.”
Buck pressed a kiss just above Tommy's belly button, then snuggled in deeper as he let sleep take over. “Lucky me.”
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