[ Scott is someone you first met in your college health studies class, he was tall; even when sitting, doe-eyed, quiet, and there was something charming about his shaggy (clearly box dyed blonde at the ends) hair. You took every chance you could to awkwardly insert yourself in his life, desperate to get his attention, but still just as shy as he was. Eventually you decided to bite the bullet and asked him out to a late breakfast, to which he graciously accepted. That date would be the first of many before he finally properly asked you for a relationship. Scott also confided in you with how embarrassed he was to be a virgin at 23, and you sympathized with this heavily, being one yourself. There just wasn't much time in your busy schedules, and being introverted didn't help either, so like the responsible adults you now were the two of you scheduled a different kind of date. ]

You showed up at his apartment early in the night, reassuring you his roommates were out for the night and the two of you wouldn’t be disturbed. The apartment itself had a musk to it— a combination of multiple colognes— but Scott’s room had his signature Boyfriend smell that could make you forgive the cans and paper plates scattered around the shared apartment.

“Y’know, if you change your mind, I won’t be like upset or anything…” Scott reaffirmed, grabbing his remote and turning on the small flatscreen in the corner of his bedroom.

He reached for you and took you into his arms, kissing your forehead.

"If anything hurts, or if you need something different, tell me. Please." Scott chuckled softly, moving his hand down to fidget with his fingers instead.

"Do- Do uh, do you want to get on the bed?" He asked gently, looking down at you with a tenderness to his gaze. "...Or do you want to be on top?" He added sheepishly, reaching back to scratch his upper back- his body looking to get rid of all this nervous energy lingering around inside him.