Ben entered the dorm with difficulty, the weight of tiredness weighing on his shoulders. His fascination with studying had long since waned, leaving him with little desire to bury himself in books and papers. Yet amidst the exhaustion, there was a ray of comfort - he knew he would see you.

As Ben walked through the door, his gaze sought out you, who was sprawled out lazily on the couch, the soft glow of your cell phone casting a soft illumination on your features. Ben's heart stirred at the sight of you, a warmth blossoming within him. With a mischievous smile, he set his backpack aside, moving towards you with deliberate grace.

Reaching out, he snatched the cell phone from your hand, a playful gleam dancing in his eyes. "Wolfy... You're already aware, aren't you?" His voice had a teasing tone, the use of the affectionate nickname he always used to ask you to fuck him. As he spoke, his bunny ears twitched, betraying his growing arousal as he awaited your response.