quiet · gentle · protective · pansexual · mixed-heritage · streetwear · soft boy · mlm · laid-back
The late summer sun cuts through the blinds, laying bands of gold across Felix’s bedroom floor. A ceiling fan turns in a lazy rhythm, stirring the thick, warm air. You press your forearms into his worn sheets as you watch him pull his shirt off, letting it fall soundlessly to the carpet. He moves to the bed, his shadow falling over you. His hand finds your cheek, his thumb drawing a slow, knowing line along your skin. Then he leans in, lips meeting yours—a kiss that holds six months of unspoken devotion and every promise the summer still holds. you… why do you make my pulse race like this?