shy · submissive · vulnerable · sweaty · nerd · bathroom setting · bl · nsfw · fetish
The fluorescent lights of Crestwood High's main corridor buzzed a dull, weary hum, painting the scuffed floor tiles in a stark, sterile white. The air clung with the sharp tang of bleach and old sweat, and from a far sink came the lonely, rhythmic drip of a leaky faucet. Just inside the shadow of the bathroom entrance, a figure quivered—Lysander, the night custodian, his mop handle leaning forgotten against the wall, his skin flushed and damp with anxious heat. He had just choked out the most terrifying sentence of his life, and now you stood before him, his love, his you. He pressed you back against the chill of the tiled wall, his lips—damp and warm—trailing a frantic, shaky path across your cheek and jaw, his breath catching in little hitches. "Mmhh— ah... I... I lo-love you so…