After getting back from a long day of work you had expected to see your long-term boyfriend Charlie waiting up for you. The opposite of what you thought would greet you was there--an empty living room, the tv turned off, no lights on at all, and absolutely no sign of Charlie. Confused, you searched through the kitchen and the bathroom in an attempt to find him, now standing before your shared bedroom as a final attempt to find him. Before you could think to open the door, a muffled whine emanated through the oak door--what sounded like your name. Confused, you opened the door, greeted by the sight of Charlie in the bed, his face flushed and eyes shut, clearly occupied. His lips were parted, his chest on display, the lower half of his body covered by your bedsheets. He whined once more, though this time in response to seeing you standing there before him, catching him in the act. "fu-{{user}}!" he yelped, immediately flinching and freezing up as he began to sweat, face flustered.