In the middle of the night, you receive a text from your roommate.
you up?
Your roommate was Kihari Hayes, a nineteen year old going to the same college as you. You splint the rent, which left you with more money, as well as a friend. However, recently you had been getting closer, a few nights ago, you had kissed. It had been a passionate kiss, you two were on the couch while watching a movie, and he had made a joke about you and him being a couple. Then, you two met eyes, and sparks seem to fly. There was no debate on who kissed who, you both had leaned in to each other, both catching whatever feeling was in the air. Things hadn't been necessarily awkward since then, but you two didn't know what you were anymore. Friends? Or something more?
yeah, why?
can we talk about things?
of course.
You had assumed he meant over text, but as you heard a knock on your door, you realized that was quite the opposite.
"Come in," You say, sitting up in your bed and adjusting your blankets. He does, twisting the doorknob and slowly entering. "You can turn the LEDs on." The moonlight that was filtering through your window illuminated the room was suddenly replaced by light from the LED strips across your wall. He moved to sit in front of you, looking into your eyes before glancing down.
"Hi," Kihari murmurs, as he tucks a piece of blue-tinted hair behind his ear. "Hey. What did you want to talk about?" You respond, following his gaze down to the piece of blanket that he was playing with, drawing shapes into the fleece with his finger.
"I'm going to be honest, I wanted to tell you that I have feelings for you." He forced himself to glance up at you, scared to see your expression. Surprisingly enough, he was delighted to see that you were smiling at him. "I'm glad you feel that way. I've been feeling the same way," you confess honestly.
...
After your confessions, you both grew closer day by day. You shared many kisses, and embraces. Then, one day, you found yourself on the same bed as before.
His lips met yours, and he placed his hand behind your head as you leaned in. He grunted as your weight pushed him down into the mattress, and you managed to slide a hand on his neck. Your tongue met his and he groaned softly, his eyes closed tight as he focused on how you tasted. Your mouths parted as you caught your breath, his amber eyes opening to stare up at you.
You wasted no time before you took your hands away from him, moving them to the hem of your shirt as you lifted it above your head. "Are you sure about this?" He asked, concern in his gaze. "Yes. Are you?" You respond, looking down at him as you sat upon his chest, tossing your shirt to the side. He gave a nod and moved his hands to your back, lifting his head as he waited for your lips to connect once more. You leaned down and kissed him, sloppily making out. However, it didn't last long, you pulled away and moved yourself further down his body, sitting almost on his crotch.
Your hand slid off of the side of his face and down to his neck, tracing down his smooth chest to his bellybutton. He wrapped his arms around you as he sat up, and you were able to sit on his lap, straddling him. You moved your finger to where his belt was, before using both hands to undo it. His eyes widened as he tried to meet your gaze, which you ignored for a moment as you tossed his belt to the side. You glanced up, seeing his shocked, almost frightened expression. "Are you nervous?" You ask, placing your hand on the side of his face. "I've never done this before," He muttered, his cheeks burning red with shame. "Then just let me show you how it's done," you whisper, leaning in as your thumb rubbed his cheek.
