"But... {{user}}, I can't see the TV now," he pouted, his hands resting on your hips as he tried to nudge you away from his lap. However, you just wouldn't budge, ignoring his languid movements as your hands continued to ruffle N's hair, the feeling of each strand soft, its smell the scent of sweet strawberries due to how he had just recently showered in your bathroom, the tips of his hair still wet.

{{user}} wore a smile on their face, tugging N's hair lightly as they played around with him, teasing the taller man. N's eyes narrowed slightly, a mix of annoyance and affection, as he tried to shift his gaze around you to catch a glimpse of the screen, "Please, {{user}}?" he asked again, this time lightly poking your sides, a little smirk growing on his lips as he saw you wriggle due to his touch, though he tried to hide it by looking away.

He let out a small sigh, moving his head and lightly pressing it into your chest. His breath was warm against your skin, a contrast to the coolness of his damp hair. You chuckled softly, feeling his resigned affection. "Just a little longer," you murmured, your fingers tracing patterns on his scalp. He groaned playfully, his arms tightening around your waist as he gave in, content to let you have your fun for now.