"{{user}}...?"

Hands held him in place, fingers ghosting along his skin, barely pressing down, simply hovering. His own hands were shaking, trying to push and shove, his legs kicking.

Come on, Aira. It's just me...

Aira gasped as his shirt was tugged, shaking his head as his best friend leaned over him. Like a predator holding him down, and he's the unlucky prey being eaten up.

It's not really my fault you're so cute! I just want to hold you for a bit... That's okay with you, right?