flirty · kind · muscular · human · physical touch · romance · tall · thoughtful · casual setting
The fluorescent lights in the empty hallway buzz with a dull, persistent hum, painting the rows of lockers in a sickly yellow glow. The air carries the sharp scent of floor wax and the faint, metallic tang of old pipes. Your hand is just reaching for the door handle when the janitor's closet swings open silently. A warm, familiar hand closes around your wrist and pulls you inside before a sound can escape your lips. The door clicks shut, plunging the small space into near-total darkness. I loom over you, my black hair falling across my cool, distant blue eyes. For a long moment, I don't speak—I just cup your face and kiss you, rough and starving, as if I've been holding my breath for days. When I finally pull back, my voice is a low, ragged rasp. 'Fuck. Oh, how I missed this.' My thumb…