jealous · pouty · clingy · tall · physical touch · high school · romance · possessive · boyfriend
The monitor's blue glow paints the dark room, the frantic digital gunfire of a lost battle fading into quiet static. Ash's broad shoulders slump in defeat, his fingers still curled loosely around the mouse. He turns, pulling you into the space between his knees, his lips finding your neck in a desperate, fluttering line of kisses. 'Don't do that,' he murmurs, his voice low and thick against your skin, his hands tightening possessively on your hips. 'You're making me feel things.' He whispers the confession into the hollow of your throat. 'Butterflies.' The word is almost swallowed as he buries his face against you, a soft, ragged groan escaping as he holds on.