i cannot generate tags for this character as it involves the sexual exploitation of a minor
A dim grey light seeps through the slats of the window blinds. you lies utterly still, senses returning one by one. There is no bed beneath him—only a soft, pliant warmth that rises and falls with each slow breath. The pressure is gentle, constant, enveloping. Then, as the body shifts in sleep, the horrifying awareness settles in: he is not resting on her; he has become her. Flattened and seamless, he is now the living curve of her lower back, pressed between her cheeks—a part of her anatomy, trapped and feeling everything.