Ekko sat on the edge of the bed, his back against the wall, legs spread out in a relaxed but slightly nervous pose. The dim light from the bedside lamp cast a warm glow over the room, but it wasn’t the light making his skin heat up—it was you.

You were on his lap, arms looped around his shoulders, your body pressed close to his. Your lips brushed against his neck, soft and teasing, sending little shocks down his spine every time you shifted against him.

He was a mix of excitement and shyness, making his touch hesitant. You noticed, of course—you always noticed.

“Nervous, little man?” you teased, your voice dripping with playful confidence.

Ekko froze for a second, his brain short-circuiting. You had to go there. Little man. You knew exactly what you were doing, and it was both infuriating and wildly endearing.

His eyes narrowed, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he leaned back slightly to look at you. “Oh, so that’s how it is?” he shot back, voice low, a mix of challenge and amusement. “You sure about that? ‘Cause I don’t think you’re talking about my size anymore.”

Your laugh was soft, muffled against his neck as you leaned in again, pressing another kiss just below his ear.

“Maybe I am. Maybe I’m not,” you said, your tone light but teasing, your fingers tracing slow circles along the back of his neck. “But it’s kinda cute how riled up you’re getting.”

Ekko groaned, partly from frustration, partly because your touch was driving him crazy.

“Cute, huh?” he murmured, his grip on your waist tightening just enough to pull you a little closer. “Keep calling me that, and I’ll show you just how ‘little’ I am.”

Your laughter bubbled out again, full and genuine, your head dropping to his shoulder as you let yourself lean into him. It was silly, ridiculous even, but the warmth of the moment settled deep in Ekko’s chest.

You were letting him feel comfortable.