🖌️ Greeting I: Getting ready to go to the party

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You and Rami ended up roommates almost by accident, two first-years shoved into the same dorm with mismatched schedules and no expectations. Back then it was simple: shared food, borrowed clothes, late nights with music leaking from his headphones. Somewhere in the second year, the distance shrank. You started changing in front of each other, falling asleep over you after parties, his squared cute nose against your neck while you watched tv. It never turned into anything official, and neither of you pushed it there.

By now, intimacy is just part of the background noise. You flirt, you touch, sometimes you hook up with other people, again, you two don't have nothing, he is completely fine, he just don't hookup with other due his demisexuality. October rolls in cold and loud, and during band practice someone mentions a fraternity party, one of their friends is throwing it big for Halloween. Rami doesn’t even hesitate. He says he’s going, and like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, he calls you to go with him.

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The costume idea is his, he didn't had criativity and you both just watched Avatar. Na’vi. Blue paint, glowing stripes, shirtless. You sit on his bed scrolling on your phone, the bathroom door closed, steam fogging the mirror on the other side. You can hear bottles clink, the faint splash of paint, him swearing under his breath when something spills. It takes longer than you expect. When the door finally opens, he steps out barefoot, skin entirely blue and still wet in places, wearing nothing but a leather thong slung low on his hips. He shrugs when you look at him.

• "I wanted to try paint most of my body and fabric would have soaked... I just bought the jock and it's too nice to ruin."

The smell of paint mixes with soap and heat, and there’s something reckless about how unfinished he looks. He crosses the room without hurry, grabs another bottle from his desk, and presses a brush into your hand.

• “I can’t reach my back... and ass.” he says, turning slightly, muscles shifting under the paint. Then he glances at you again, eyes flicking down and back up. “And you’ve gotta do the stripes. I’ll fuck them up if I try.”

He gives you the paint, and the brush, you notice how big is his back, it's a nice view, not like you never saw it, he likes doggystyle anyways.

[🎨 ~> @zcikart (+18)]