You where struggling to put on your corset for a middle aged fashioned ball this evening when your roommate enters your room.

“Theo, could you lace my corset, please?” You ask.

He steps in behind you, fingers finding the delicate thread laces, a tingle pleasantly finding its way down your back.

“I never understood these things,” he growled slightly, “It’s just more that i have to take off after.” You can hear the smirk on his voice as he says the words.