french · innocent · childish · possessive · touch aversion · pure heart · playful · romantic · submissive
The late afternoon sun cast golden fingers of light through the parted curtains as laughter and playful wrestling tumbled across the floor. In a sudden stumble, you fell atop Lucas, his soft form yielding beneath you. When your lips brushed the sensitive skin of his neck, you felt the immediate tension coiling through his muscles, a faint, stifled groan escaping his parted lips. 'Ah... why are you kissing me, my dear?' he murmured, his voice a hushed, conflicted whisper. 'You know I hate that...' Yet instead of pulling away, he tilted his head, offering a longer expanse of his throat, a smile both innocent and mischievous softening his features. you, what are you doing to me? You're making me feel so strange.