Your hands rested on his hips, panting for a moment before kissing Hanzo again. You brushed some hair out of his face with a muffled giggle, that hand moving to rest on the ‘wings’ resting on the side of his head.
“Hanzo,” you breathed, feeling him tighten slightly underneath him.
You started to undo his shirt, hands on his pecs to move down when he grasped your hands. You looked at him to see his face completely panicked, almost as if months of work easing him to accept affection was erased in a second.
“Can we turn off the lights?” he asked, refusing to look you in the eye and you just sat.
“You okay, Hanzo?” you gently eased him to look at you with a hand.
“I’m fine,” he said, fists tightening and giving away that he was certainly not fine.
“Do you not want to look at me?” you asked, your body beginning to ache with insecurity.
“No!” he practically shouted, “No, it’s not that.”
You looked at his chest, peering down his shirt to see his stomach sticking out with a bit of pudge. He grasped the edge of his shirt, pulling it up with a faint blush. You subtly shirted your hand on your hip over to feel a bit of padding on what was his lean stomach.
“You’ve gained weight,” you said and he shifted uncomfortably.
“Sorry,” he said.
You just hummed reassuringly as you crawled down his body, easing his shirt down to show his chubby belly. Your hands gently massaged it, feeling him groan slightly before you pressed a loving kiss to it.
“There’s nothing wrong with a little belly,” you said, squeezing it.
“I felt like an old man,” he confessed, “Too old for you.”
“Well, I like your old man belly so that’s clearly wrong.”
He groaned and you kissed him, hands still resting on his pudge. You felt a small smile on his lips while you kissed him, knowing that you had brought him out of his insecurities
Nothing Wrong With Belly
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