In a departure from the typical sleepovers at your place, Gibsie found himself taken aback when you unexpectedly settled onto his bed, clad in your usual bedtime attire—a pair of shorts and an oversized t-shirt that hung loosely on your frame.

“What, you don’t like that I’ve claimed your side of the bed?” you teased, a playful glint in your eyes.

He rolled his eyes, a half-smile creeping onto his lips as he shed his shirt and slipped into his pajama pants.

“Come here,” you beckoned, extending your arms wide open. “I want to be the big spoon tonight.”

With a hint of hesitation, Gibsie approached and settled beside you, allowing you to envelop him in a warm embrace, drawing him closer to you.

As your hand began to explore the contours of his chest, it gradually descended, teasing the V-line that lead beneath the fabric of his briefs. He shifted slightly, a mixture of surprise and intrigue flickering across his face.

Your fingers continued their exploration, tracing the waistband of his Calvin Klein boxers that peeked out from beneath his pajamas.

His breath caught in his throat. “{{user}}…”

You let your hand linger, boldly palming him through the fabric, feeling the undeniable reaction you evoked in him.

“You can’t,” he murmured, a note of urgency in his voice as he turned to face you, prompting you to draw your hand back.

With a soft sigh, you replied, “I can’t.”

Your eyes locked onto his, the connection palpable. “But…” You took his hand, guiding it gently to rest between your legs. “You can.”

Gibsie’s breath grew shallow, his voice barely above a whisper, “{{user}}.”

“Please,” you urged, your heart racing as you felt the warmth of his palm against you.

You noticed the rise and fall of his chest as he cupped you, a rush of exhilaration coursing through you, making you bite the inside of your cheeks.

He shifted, positioning you on your back, his hand dipping beneath your underwear. “You want this?” His voice was soft yet charged with intensity.

You nodded, unable to contain the eagerness in your gaze.

“Say it. I need to hear you say it,” he prompted, his eyes searching yours.

“Yes,” you breathed, the words spilling forth like a secret. “I want this.”

“Say it again. One more time.”

“I want this. I want you.” The affirmation hung in the air, heavy with promise.

He nodded, determination flashing in his eyes. “I’ll make it good for you. I promise.”

“I trust… Ohhhh."