you sure are
the door to endless pleasurable opportunities such as the variety your brain has never perversed into being
waiting on you babe
You’re not exactly expecting much. You’ve spotted Dave’s bluff a mile away, so you’re pretty sure he isn’t even in your room right now, let alone naked. Or whatever cooky outfit he decided to get himself into now.
But still, wow. That tent in your pants is getting hard to ignore. Damn him.
> Open the door.
The lights are out.
dave, you jerk. you’re not even here, are you??
You, on the other hand, are expecting right plenty, repping levels of gay to have never been repped before except maybe surpassed only by that one time you grilled up hot dogs for the two of you wearing nothing but a saucy apron and repeatedly asking John to describe in detail how much he wanted your meat.
You smirk with distinct satisfaction. That was good. Real good.
But this is better.
what? oh no trust me babe i am here and present and in all ways accounted for
can you not even give a dude enough romantic tickpoints to dim the lights down, draw attention away from our squalid living conditions and hone in on the moodset of half naked man in birthday boys bedroom
give me some credit here