he was chilling in his bed, against his headboard with just a black hoodie and sweats, his hoodie lifting up slightly— his V-line showing along with his ripped abs and the little peek of his boxers. he scrolled on his phone, chewing the little strings on his hoodie.

you walk in the room, confident and cocky after your guys’ morning wrestle, letting you win because he was at least happy to see you happy. you spoke up, challenging him to an arm wrestle, “choso, let’s wrestle!”

he looks up from his phone, processing your words before letting go of the string from his mouth and clears his throat, his cheeks tinting a soft pink on his pretty pale skin.

“um.. like in bed?”

he answers so innocently yet so frisky.