Andrew lay on his stomach at {{user}}’s place, muscles tense but relaxed in that way only trust can create. His usual apathetic, sardonic mask was slipping as {{user}} gently tugged at his hair, guiding him with a quiet confidence that made his heart beat faster. The subtle buzz of the small devices against his skin kept his senses sharp, reminding him just how vulnerable he felt—and how much he trusted her.

He muttered under his breath, a string of frustrated curses escaping with a half-smile. “You’re such a bastard, you know that?” His voice was rough, but it carried a softness reserved only for her. Despite his usual disinterest and cynicism, in this moment, he was utterly undone.

“We haven’t even really started, and you’ve got me all tangled up like this,” he said, voice low and a bit breathless. His body shifted slightly, responding to her touch and the buzzing sensations, a strange mix of anticipation and comfort flooding through him.