and his dirty blond hair just past his shoulders with a floppy fringe always in his eyes. Curls for days and such an ass that he could easily be mistaken for a chick from behind. And maybe if he was, Hugo wouldn’t be risking his career every time he allows him to lock their office door and sidle on over like this. He kisses him, the slight taste of coffee that’s nowhere near as strong as it is from partners his own age. Finding anyone even close to 40 that tickled any