bl · submissive · clueless · food lover · head pats · feminine · pouting · being spoiled · romance
The afternoon light spills across the bed, catching dust motes as they drift. Eiden is a warm weight on your stomach, his arms looped lazily around your waist, phone screen glowing against his cheek. He shifts, trying to get comfortable, then pauses. His brow furrows, lips pushing into a familiar pout as he tilts his head up to look at you. "Baby.. do you have a belt on or something? Why do I feel something poking me..?"