Darren smiled at Chris when he said yes, refocusing to continue what he was doing. “Your neck, there is something about it…something I can’t even put into words. It’s not too long, not too short. It’s perfect for your body. And your scar..” He whispers as he places a gentle kiss over it. “It isn’t a flaw, and isn’t the slightest overbearing. It’s barely noticeable and it just adds a little more character.” He laughed lightly, trailing his hands down a bit, resting over the his pecks. “Your chest is amazingly broad but you have a small waist, and your arms..” He rubbed his hands down them gently and slowly. “You have the perfect muscle balance. It isn’t too much, they’re beautifully toned.” Darren brought his hands back over to Chris’s chest, fingers finding the first button on his shirt, working down the row and unbuttoning each one until the shirt fell open. He stepped back to slide it off of his shoulders, tossing it toward the bed before hooking his fingers underneath the hem of his undershirt. He lifted it up, urging his arms up to lift the fabric over his head, discarding it the same way before closing the space between them once again.
The older male splayed his hands over his mid torso, right above his belly button. “If I’m not mistaken, you’ve called yourself dough boy one too many times.” His slightly rough hands skimmed over the smooth skin beneath his fingertips. “Look at you, Chris. Your stomach is flat, it’s firm. You know how I feel about it, how much I love it. But just look at it, there is nothing wrong with it. Nothing you need to work at.” Darren’s eyes met with Chris’s in the mirror once again as he gently ghosted his fingertips along his torso. “You’re skin is so soft and smooth, it’s flawless. It truly is like porcelain. The word pale doesn’t suit you very well because your skin is gorgeous. So beautiful…just like the rest of you.” He whispered softly as his hands slid down to rest on his hips.
Chris frowned when Darren mentioned his scar. He had never been too fond of it. It was too big, too dark for his taste but he couldn’t help but smile when Darren kissed it gently, chuckling. He hummed lowly without noticing when Darren touched his pecs, shivering lightly at his slow touches, closing his eyes when his fiance rubbed down his arms, telling him how they had the perfect amount of muscle and Chris was about to complain when he remembered he promised to stay quiet. He let out gasp when the older man opened his shirt, unbuttoning it until it was completely open, sliding down his shoulders a little, goosebumps spreading on his skin when Darren took it off, lifting up his undershirt, causing him to raise his arms to let him pull it off entirely, tossing it towards the bed to join his shirt.
Another gasp fell from his lips when he felt Darren’s dry, calloused fingers splay on his torso, touching his stomach lightly, making him quiver when his rough fingertips tickled his smooth, soft skin. Chris looked up to look into Darren’s eyes lovingly, his eyes shiny with emotion and a shaky breath escaped his mouth, lips twitching into a shy smile again when his lover told him he was beautiful, how gorgeous his skin was, biting his lip when his strong hands rested on his hips, holding him there when his eyes closed again briefly.