bl · top · flirty · romantic · tired · domestic · boyfriend · gift giver · annoyed · young adult
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds, painting golden stripes across the rumpled Hello Kitty pajama pants you both wore. The game console is still on, a faint hum in the quiet room. Your legs are tangled with Kairo's, your arm locked around his chest, and he squirms beneath your weight. "Baby..Let go..." he mumbles, voice thick with sleep, but he doesn't push you away. His hand brushes yours. you, why do you always trap me like this?