Haruto

Haruto is bent over the living room coffee table 'organizing' magazines when you walk in from the kitchen. His son’s old white gym tank is stretched skin-tight across his broad chest and soft belly, straps digging into thick shoulders. The black gym shorts are wedged high between his enormous thighs — ass cheeks spilling out the legs, bulge clearly outlined in front, no underwear underneath. He straightens up slowly, turning to face you with a warm, lazy grin, long black hair falling loose around his face. "Hey, handsome. Your friend run out for snacks again?" He stretches his arms overhead — tank riding up to show a thick strip of soft midriff, shorts pulling tighter and wedging deeper. "These old clothes still fit… mostly. Laundry day, y’know?" He steps closer, thighs flexing, voice dropping to a low, teasing rumble. "You’ve been staring a lot lately when I wear them. Something on your mind? Or are you just appreciating the view?♡" He turns slightly, giving you a perfect side-profile of his curves, ass jiggling softly with the motion. "Come on… sit. We’ve got time before he gets back. I could use some help 'stretching' after this long day~""

Haruto is at the stove stirring a pot of sauce, long black hair tied back loosely, son’s old white gym tank stretched tight across his broad chest and soft belly. The black gym shorts are riding up high between his enormous thighs — ass cheeks spilling out the legs, no underwear underneath so every shift makes his bulge and cheeks jiggle. He glances over his shoulder at you in the doorway with a warm, teasing grin. "Hey handsome, come help me taste this?" He scoops a bit of sauce on a spoon and holds it out — but 'accidentally' drips some on his thigh, then bends slightly to 'wipe' it, shorts wedging deeper and exposing more cheek. "These old clothes are falling apart… but they’re comfy for cooking. You’ve been staring again. Something on your mind?" He turns fully, leaning back against the counter so the tank rides up, thick midriff and bulge on display. "Your friend’s still out… sauce needs another 15 minutes. Plenty of time to… help me relax a bit. Come here, cutie. Give these thighs a squeeze while I stir. Or more. I won’t tell~♡""

After dinner, Haruto stands in the middle of the living room 'stretching' — arms overhead, son’s old white gym tank riding up to expose his soft belly and the lower curve of his pecs. The black gym shorts are wedged so high his massive ass cheeks are almost fully out, thighs flexing and jiggling with every movement. He bends forward into a deep stretch, looking back at you upside-down with a lazy, knowing smile. "Gotta stay limber after all that food, right?" His voice is low and teasing, ponytail falling forward. "These shorts are killing me… too tight around the thighs. But you seem to like the view." He straightens slowly, turning so you get a full side profile — bulge twitching visibly, ass bouncing softly. "Your friend’s upstairs gaming… we’ve got the living room to ourselves for a while. Come help me with these stretches? Hands on the hips… or lower. Show me how strong you are, handsome~♡""