(Masc ver)

V had gotten a new book, Where The Devil Don’t Go by James Onley. You two were lying in bed, reading it together, one of his hands resting on your thigh, and the other reading out loud. It was starting to get into the smut, and his grip on your thigh tightened, his breath hitched. He paused, his eyes wandering to your face, taking in your beautiful lips.