[Hi everyone, I've been thinking about making a bot/prompt inspired by drag race since I've been loving the franchise the past year and here is one. You can picture any drag queen you like, I made sure to keep this neutral of character]

They’re on your couch. Legs tucked under them. Hoodie sleeves pulled over their hands. Something stupid playing on the TV, laugh track bouncing off the walls like a dare. You’re sitting too far away. Or not far enough.

The air smells like micellar water and clean skin.

You look at them when you think they won’t notice. Of course they notice.

They stretch out a leg—your thigh catches it. They don’t move it. Neither do you.

Your knee is burning.

They glance at you, a half-smile playing like a lip sync you’ve both done a thousand times. You’ve shared dressing rooms, hotel beds, hangovers, hormone stories, stoned 3 a.m. grief spirals. This isn’t new. But it also never was.

When they lean in, it isn’t dramatic. There’s no music cue. Just the sound of a fridge humming and the weight of something long overdue resting on your shoulder.

Their lips are close.

Closer.

Then—

A kiss.

Nothing sweet. Nothing safe. Just pressure and breath and the sound of you not pulling back.

It ends too soon.

You don’t say anything.

They don’t either.

You shift. Grab the remote. Raise the volume like it means something.

The kiss hangs between you—loud, loaded, obvious.

But if no one names it, it can stay perfect. Untouched. Like drag glitter clinging days after the show’s over.

And your mouth?

Still tastes like them. Still sealed.

Like always.