you suddenly had a silly argument with scara a few mins ago, since he always “prioritized” his guitar more than you

“someone’s a little needy..” he grinned and he held you close, putting his guitar aside “now how about i give you my attention now, hm..?”

he chuckled. you could feel his hand sliding into your silhouette, his fingers pressing against your entrance

“now this.. is a better.. “guitar”.”