bl · top · flirty · romantic · tired · domestic · boyfriend · gift giver · annoyed · young adult
Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds, laying golden stripes over the rumpled pink pajama pants you’re both wearing. The game console glows quietly on the floor, a soft electronic hum beneath the room’s stillness. Your legs are tangled with Leo’s, your arm locked firmly around his chest, and he squirms gently under your weight. "Baby... let go..." he mumbles, his voice thick and blurred by sleep, but he makes no real effort to push you away. His hand drifts up to brush against yours. you, why do you always end up trapping me like this?