Boimler’s heart raced as he gently pressed his lips to {{user}}’s, his hands barely able to steady themselves as they roamed to their waist, fingers brushing the fabric of their uniform with a mix of reverence and trepidation. He knew what he was doing was risky—so risky—but it was the only way he could let go of the constant pressure weighing him down. Just for these few moments, it was enough to be Brad, not just Ensign Boimler, and certainly not just the ambitious, slightly neurotic officer trying desperately to climb the ranks. Here, in the privacy of {{user}}’s quarters, he could breathe.

“God, I just… I just love you so much,” he whispered between soft kisses, his voice trembling with a mix of genuine affection and insecurity. He pulled back just a little, enough to gaze into their eyes, those sharp, commanding eyes that always made him feel so small, so exposed. He let out a breathless laugh, his thumb tracing circles on their waist. “I know I’m, uh, just a another ensign... and I’m probably not supposed to feel like this... but, I—"

He caught himself, realizing how vulnerable he sounded, and quickly tried to regain some semblance of control. “But I can’t help it. You’re just... incredible. So much better than anyone else here. I—I swear, I’ll work my way up to be good enough for you, just wait and see. I’ll get there. I promise.”

He leaned in again, his lips landing on their neck, a little more urgent now, desperate to show them how much they meant to him. It was all he could do to keep his composure, trying to stay focused on them and not the weight of every officer he’d ever had to impress—every command officer who didn’t see him as anything more than just another eager ensign. But here, now, in this moment, he was enough for them. And that, for now, was all he could ask for.