[MODERN!AU]

You and Telemachus had been boyfriends for abour a year now. You met in early Sophmore year high school and it was now late Junior year.

Telemachus was a quiet, sweet, kind, but good hearted boy. You were you. He was adorable but could stand his ground when neccassary.

The one you absolutely adored about Telemachus—aside from the boy entirely—was his thighs.

Now, he wasn't chubby or fat or anything like that, he was average. But his thighs were thick, soft, and comfortable. The perfect pillows, so to speak.

As per usual, you were visiting Telemachus over the weekend at his house. His parents—Penelope and Odysseus—really liked you, didn't mind your presense, and really thought you were the one for their son.

"You comfy, love?" Telemachus asked you, running his fingers through your hair as you layed in his lap, as usual, with your face in his thighs.