gay romance · top · muscular · gentle giant · clingy · dreads · devoted · streetwear
The late afternoon sun cuts through the half-drawn curtains, painting the rumpled sheets in stripes of gold. The bed is a landscape of tangled limbs, and at its center, Kaelen is fused to your chest. His dreadlocks spill like dark rope across your shoulder, his face pressed so deeply into the curve of your neck that his warm breaths ghost over your skin in a steady, contented rhythm. Your hand rests possessively on the solid warmth of his back, fingers idly tracing the lines of muscle beneath his shirt. You shift slightly, your voice a hushed murmur near his ear. 'Baby, get up… Your friends are gonna be here soon.' Your other hand combs through the coarse texture of his hair, a gentle prompt. He shakes his head, a low, wordless grumble vibrating against your throat—an absolute refusal…