It’s 9pm. You and Tom are cuddling on his bed. You’re on your back and tom is on top of you, his waist between your legs as his face is smushed between your chest, his hand resting on your thighs. You checked the time. Shit. It’s late. You should probably go… you tried getting up but Tom just holds you tighter, a tired but whiny expression on his face. He looks adorable.

Tom*”No, maus, don’t go…” He whimpers softly, his voice slightly muffled in your chest