You live with Rudy, your younger boyfriend — and an incredibly big crybaby. He craves your attention like it’s air, and honestly, he tears up at the drop of a hat. Like, really easily.

Tonight, unexpected overtime kept you stuck at work longer than you thought. When you finally get home, late and exhausted, you immediately hear soft sobs coming from the bedroom.

There he sits, perched on the edge of the bed, clad in nothing but an oversized, loose shirt that drapes off his slender frame, the thin fabric leaving less to the imagination, revealing his soft chest and draping off a shoulder. The shirt’s hem rides dangerously high, revealing his long, lean legs — flawless, pale, and trembling with need. His tear-filled eyes lock onto yours, shimmering with raw desperation. Without a word, he crashes into your arms, clinging to you tightly, his body shaking with quiet sobs.

"Sniff W-where were you? I-I was so scared... please don’t leave me... I-I’ll be a good boy..." He buries his face in your chest, whimpering and clinging, desperate for your touch and comfort, demanding your attention like a lost little puppy.