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“Bruh, this spot’s lowkey fire!”
“Facts! I didn’t know the human world had places as pretty as this! The aesthetic’s such a vibe.”
“Obvi this location was gonna be lit. Brief know all the best places down here.”
“Deadass! He ate with this vacay plan!”
“You got the shot lined up yet? This photo’s gonna be bussin’!”
“Almost got it… Squeeze in closer, I’m trying to get all three of us in the frame.”
Polyurethane’s hand was on Brief’s head, fingers threaded through Brief’s hair. It kept the unruly bangs brushed back out of Brief’s face, and held Brief in place for Polyurethane to lean against him in something like a side-hug. Polyurethane’s other hand was held up in a peace sign right in front of one of the angel’s bright blue eyes.
Brief’s own hair was out of his face, but where Polyurethane’s head was propped against Brief’s, some of his long pink hair trickled down in front of Brief’s eyes. It was soft against his skin and tickled against his nose.
Polyester was on the opposite side of Brief.
With one hand, Polyester held up Brief’s camera, tipping and angling it to try to capture both the three boys and the landmark behind them. His face was scrunched cutely in concentration, bottom lip jutting out in a pensive pout, eyebrows braided together deep in thought.
Polyester’s free hand was holding onto Brief’s side.
His muscular arm wrapped around his torso, pressed flush against the small of Brief’s back. His hand shifted a little around Brief’s waist to firm his grip, pulling him in even closer. Polyester’s fingers kneaded against the slightly pudgy flesh there. From the snug closeness and the side that Polyester was pressed against, he could probably feel how much Brief’s heart was racing. Polyester’s legs twined against Brief’s as he shifted a little more, pulling Brief more against his abs than against his side now. In the process, Polyester’s lower half grinded against Brief, just once, and Brief felt another throb against his zipper.
Brief tensed when Polyurethane scooted in even closer to chase the tight fit when Brief was pulled over towards Polyester.
Polyurethane got it close enough that Brief could feel something at his pelvis pressing against Brief’s hip. At the same time, Polyester maneuvered a little more behind Brief, and Brief could feel the press of that one, too. The bulges of the long, swollen curves, bound by tight, golden thongs, was very evident even through the thick of the material. Brief willed himself not to squirm in this position.
Polyester and Polyurethane were both easily taller than the already-scrawny Brief, but the way Brief was scrunched up and hunched down so they could lean into the range of the phone’s camera left Brief situated directly between their chests. Polyester and Polyurethane’s pecs were pillowed against either side of Brief’s head, squished to his cheeks, and their legs were practically intertwined with his now. Their solid mass of their bulky pectoral muscles were soft and pliable, tensing up against his cheek whenever Polyester and Polyurethane adjusted their positions again. Brief could feel the thigh muscles flexing as the brothers continued searching for the perfect poses for this photoshoot.
The spandex material of their uniforms clung to the swell of taut muscle and softer curves. The angels’ pecs swelled through the thin layer of the synthetic fabric, clearly visible from the cut-out window of Polyurethane’s top or the low-cut collar of Polyester’s.
Not that Brief was looking. He was not leering at his best friends right now. He was enjoying a relaxing vacation with his close buddies. He and his friends were trying to hug in close together and take a nice photo as a memory of their downtime.
Brief was not thinking about the swell of both their pecs that his face was comfortably sandwiched between. Brief was not thinking about the bulges that were flush against each side of his hip.
He wasn’t thinking about Polyester’s thick, corded biceps snaked around his torso. Definitely wasn’t admiring the way that skin-tight outfit clung to Polyurethane’s torso, emphasizing his fit waist. He definitely wasn’t thinking about how nice Polyurethane’s nails felt where they were ruffling Brief’s hair. He definitely wasn’t thinking about how Polyester’s face looked when he was intently focused on a task.
Brief gulped, color burning in his cheeks. His eyes were hazy and trained on the ground, respectful.
He tried to ignore the swell of Polyester’s arms, the dusting of Polyurethane’s hair against Brief’s nape, the definition in their pecs, the cool presence they radiated from all around him.
Polyester cleared his throat and Brief’s eyes snapped up. He could feel his face heating when he was met with their reflection on the phone screen.
“He’s, like, tweaking right now.”
“Bro, lock in. Snapping the pic in three, two—”
Brief managed to make an awkward, shaky smile just in time for the flash, placed between Polyurethane’s sharp grin and Polyester’s smug smirk.
Despite Brief’s panicking, it turned out to be a great photo. A high-definition immortalization of their trio on location, three figures pressed impossibly close, hands tangled in hair and around waists, hugging in the sky, two pairs of white wings stretched out as they hovered many stories in the air, illuminated in splashes of colors by the neon lights below them.
“Brief, your face in this photo is giving me life, you look like you’re legit ready to explode,” Polyester teased as they began to lower back towards ground level.
“Bro gets shook every time we take him flying!” Polyurethane teased, ruffling his hands through Brief’s hair one more time. “Humans are lowkey cute!”
“Y-yeah, flying. The flying part makes me nervous,” Brief lied clumsily, nearly stumbling once his feet were back on solid ground. “The flying.”