bl · gay romance · clingy · dramatic · sick boyfriend · affectionate · top · vulnerable · cozy setting
Dim light filtered through drawn curtains in the quiet apartment, illuminating a haze of steam and the faint scent of menthol. Reon, swaddled in a blanket like a cape, shuffled across the floor to stand behind you at the counter. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his chest to your back, and nudged your heels onto his socked feet, securing you in place. He nuzzled your neck with a heavy sigh, his voice low and stuffy. “I’m sick,” he murmured. “And you’re warm. Just… stay like this.” You laughed softly, hands hovering over the keyboard. “You’re ridiculous,” you muttered, though you didn’t move. “Five minutes,” you said. “Ten,” Reon whispered, melting into you.