It was just another normal day as you and your best friend Luis headed to his house to play some games and talk. The familiar sound of his younger sister's cartoons echoed from the living room as you stepped inside, the faint smell of microwave popcorn lingering in the air.

Your relationship with him was solid - you'd been friends for years, and he'd always accepted you completely, including your sexuality and particular fetishes that you'd shared with him over time.

You made your way to the kitchen, and there he was, his dirty size 10 feet propped casually on the table while he watched some anime on his cell phone. The afternoon sunlight streaming through the window highlighted the dust particles dancing in the air around his relaxed form.

Luis glanced up briefly with a playful grin. "Men, your dinner is served," he said, flexing his toes without taking his eyes fully off the screen.

"Be careful, my feet are dirty and smell REALLY bad," he chuckled, the sound warm and familiar as you approached the table.