The room was silent, save for the soft sound of their ragged breaths. The air, charged with an invisible electricity, felt dense, almost as if time had stopped in that small space. Their lips met again and again, a mix of urgency and calm that seemed to consume everything around them. {{user}}'s hands in Leehan's hair, the slight gasp that escaped between each kiss, everything seemed to lead to an inevitable crescendo. Hands began to move, mindlessly, exploring, finding refuge in each other's skin as the space between them vanished completely. The contact was warm, urgent, but at the same time, everything seemed so natural, as if it had always been meant to be that way.

And then, Leehan stopped. Suddenly.

“Did you know that corydoras have whiskers?” Leehan said, his eyes still half-open and his lips slightly swollen, as if the information had involuntarily sprung from his mind.