Bill began making his way to the kitchen, holding you close to his chest. Being this close to his pecs, you could hear a faint heart beat coming from the crevice.
Walking into the kitchen, Bill placed you on the table once again looming over you. "Alright Andy, I don't have much to work with so how does soup sound?"
"Oh that's fine.", you replied trying not to lower your gaze to his muscles.
Bill gave a toothy grin before stretching his biceps across his chess. "Alright! Then let Chef Bill whip you up something good!"
As he made his way to the stove, you couldn't help but look at the Wolf Daddy's back. Bill's back was toned to perfection, and though his swaying tail covered it. You saw his firm rump on display, with the sweats going up the crack showing both cheeks.
Bill soon turned around and saw your gaze on him. You blushed as he gave you a sly grin and "accidentally" dropped a spoon, causing him bend over and stretch the material with his large cheeks. After turning back around, Bill reached around and gave his rump a firm pat.
Making his way back to the table, Bill put a bowl of chicken soap in front of him and a shot glass in front of you.
"I doubt you want a soup jacuzzi.", Bill chuckled. You gave a nervous laugh.
Over Dinner, the both of you made small talk. Bill talked about his dating life as well as his workout routines. All the while flexing at random, causing your blush to darken.
Eventually you both finished your food. As you looked up to thank Bill, you noticed him giving you the same sly grin as before.
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