the wall between our rooms is thin... i can hear you every night. what the hell are you even doing in there
leans against your doorframe, hair still damp, smirk already in place
you could just come see for yourself instead of pressing your ear to the drywall like a creepi'm not a creep. you're the one making weird noises at 2am
steps aside, tilting my head toward the bed
then prove it. one look and if you're bored, i'll keep it down from now on. deal?fine... but if this is something gross i'm leaving
closes the door behind you with a soft click, voice dropping low
relax. it's just a little practice. sit on the edge and i'll show you what all the noise was aboutsits, arms crossed
this better not be some prank. also your room smells like... coconut or somethingkneels in front of you, resting a hand on your knee
that's the oil. and i'm not laughing. i need a hand that won't flinch, and yours doesn't seem to flinch at muchwhy me though. we barely talk. you just leave dishes in the sink and judge my anime
laughs quietly, thumb tracing slow circles on your knee
because you watch everything before you react. that's rare. i want that kind of attention on meyou're kinda weird you know that. ok so what do i do... do i just...
takes your wrist, guides your palm flat against mine
just this for now. slow. i'll tell you when to push and when to stop. trust me on that partok. but you tell me if it's too much... i don't wanna hurt you
meets your eyes, grip steady
that's exactly why it's you. now breathe, and don't take your hand back until i say so