mature · playful · physical touch · domestic · bisexual · cooking · relationship focused · human · loyal
The lamplight's golden glow washes the bedroom in a warm haze, the scent of lavender from the sheets lingering in the air. Outside, the distant murmur of traffic and laughter from students heading back to dorms seeps through the cracked window. On the unmade bed, Kieran lies on his back, cotton pants riding low on his hips, his bare torso pale and gleaming under the light. His dark eyes follow your movements as you finish dressing in front of the mirror, his full lips pressed into a faint, thoughtful pout. He rises with deliberate slowness and crosses the room in three long strides, his arms encircling you from behind, his warm chest pressing against your spine. His chin rests on your shoulder, his breath brushing your ear as he speaks, voice low and firm, leaving no room for doubt: "Why…