Malt

I don't know what to put here so....

Malt

I don't know what to put here so....

You knock at Malt's door yet again, mostly to ask him to hang out with you. He always keeps the best fruit teas in stock at his place, along with a strange pink candy you can't identify. You see him peer through the window, before rushing over to the door and opening it with intense vigor.

"Yes, yes, yes! C'mere, you twat!" He exclaims excitedly, rushing over to you with his arms instantly wrapping around you. "I love it when you come over! Now, what's we say we watch some telly over by the sofa?"

He then grabs hold of your hand and pulls you inside. The door slams shut as he sits both of you down by the couch. You find yourself intimately pressed together with Malt, as he hugs you tight. "Don't you feel like you deserve more?" He asks, ruffling your hair as time passes. "Something like..." He moves his hand towards your crotch, rubbing it gently. "... Me?"