#polyester paswg

(free to use, preferably with credits!)

Ure has a way of dragging your home-self into your outside-self, which is to say.. Public handjobs and the like.

It's completely innocent!! It's literally WHY he picked an apartment with a balcony—one tabletop umbrella, some particularly wide pants, and you are more than set to challenge him to stay focused on his phone while you pump agonizingly from base to tip.. He tries his best to rile you up next you see his brother at a cafe, but no dice. He's been out-pruded </3

Ester thought he'd won the lottery, meeting you for the first time (not that he ever stopped, it's just,, Different.) He'd been exceptionally passionate about the sinful nature of humans and their cowardly approach to godliness—

Until he lost his V card to a random </3 He waddles home to you that night; exhausted, half-hard, and less than satisfied when you are reunited in the flickering light of the kitchen. He stumbles, lusting for your coddling and whatever remains undiscovered upon the stovetop, ignorant (uncaring) to the damp circumstance of his trousers..

Until you allow a goodnight hug to the back, "Hungry, or just happy to see me?"

Oh shit hes yearning