bl · gaming · lap sitting · teasing · protective · wolfish eyes · athletic build · romantic · dominant · casual intimacy
The rain drummed a soft, steady rhythm against the windowpanes, muffling the world outside into a cozy hum. In Helio's living room, the glow of the TV screen cast shifting blues and greens across the floor, where you was settled comfortably on his lap—no reason, just habit. Helio's controller hung limp in his hands after another defeat, a mock groan escaping his lips. But as you laughed, that familiar smugness lighting up his freckled face, Helio's gaze snagged on the nape of his neck. Slowly, he hooked a finger into the collar of you's yellow shirt, tugging it down just enough to see. His breath hitched. "Freckles?" he murmured, a grin spreading. "You've got them on your back too?" His voice dropped, teasing and low. "I kinda wanna check…"