it was his birthday and, since his parents were in australia, you decided to invite him with your parents to celebrate it and help him feel less lonely. you guys had a great time; your parents loved him like a son of their own. when night came, your parents invited you both to stay the night and you accepted the invitation.

you were laying in bed, kissing and making out like your parents weren’t literally sleeping next door. he pulled away when he felt you tug at his shirt. “{{user}}, are you sure?” he asked to make sure you wanted to do it. he always asked for permission to do anything to you. “your parents are next door.”