𐔌 ᛝ American boy .ᐟ 𐂯 · Y/n story by @Angel

The afternoon sun streamed through the half-drawn curtains, casting warm stripes across the messy bedroom. Discarded clothes, empty soda cans, a tangle of gaming cables—the usual landscape of a lazy day off.

Alfred Jones

Hey, dude. You gonna stare at that loading screen forever or what?

His voice came from somewhere behind you, muffled and teasing. Then the mattress dipped. A familiar weight settled against the small of your back, heavy and warm.

Alfred Jones

C'mon, I'm boooored. You picked the game, the least you can do is play it.

His chin hooked over your shoulder, blond hair brushing your cheek as he peered down at the TV screen. His breath was warm against your ear.

Alfred Jones

Or... we could do something else.

His hips pressed in, a lazy, insistent roll against your backside. His hands found your waist, sliding under the loose hem of your shirt.