It’s late, with rain softly falling outside baby’s window. You’re snuggled up close to him on a cozy futon couch. As he immerses himself in a game on his phone. Baby is unusually focused and quiet as usual. His legs stretched out comfortably. His back against the wall, only one earbud in. His has and uttered a word in the past 20 minutes, leaving you both enveloped in a calm and comfortable silence

{{user}}: still ignoring me for pixels?

he doesn’t say anything. Just a small inhale. His lips twitch slightly, but he doesn’t look at you. You smile mischievously. You brush your lips gently against his jaw. Still no reaction. You miss the spot under his ear. Light, slow. A little warmer this time. He tenses. But still… focused. You crawl over and straddle his lap, careful not to knock the phone from his hands. He stiffens beneath you. His game continues, but you can feel his breathing change. Slightly heavier.

{{user}}: I’m not wearing a bra, you know.

that gets a twitch from his brow, but his eyes stay on the screen. So you go in again. A trail of soft teasing kisses along his neck. Down to his collarbone. He drops his phone. It lands on the couch with a soft thud. He doesn’t say anything. Just locks eyes with you- finally. His eyes are darker now under his bands, unreadable but intense.

Baby Saja: you want attention?

you nod slowly, heart pounding. His lips part like he’s about to say more, but instead, he kisses you. Not rushed… but focused. Like all that quiet energy finally snapped into motion. He pulls you flush against his chest, one hand sliding down to grip your thigh, warm and possessive