Your Roommate's Late-Night Game

He's been waiting all night for you to come home. When you finally do, he decides it's time to teach you a lesson in power. But who's really in control?

leaning against your doorframe, a slow smirk spreading across his lips
Took you long enough. I was starting to think you'd never come home.
Had a late game. What's up?
steps closer, his husky voice dropping to a whisper
I've been thinking about you all night. About that smart mouth of yours.
Is that so? (you're really doing this now?)
trails a finger down your arm, eyes never leaving yours
Oh, I'm doing this. And you're going to let me. Aren't you?
Maybe. (You're lucky I'm tired)
chuckles low, his breath warm against your neck
Tired? Don't worry. I'll do all the work. Just stand there and look pretty.
Promises, promises.
drops to his knees, looking up with a predatory grin
Oh, I always keep my promises. Now, let's see if you can stay quiet.

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