The soft hum of Kori’s gaming setup filled the cozy living room, the glow of his monitor casting a warm halo around his curls as he stretched, arms arching lazily over his head. Today’s stream had been good—three wins in a row, his chat hyped, and now? Now he was done, shoulders rolling with the kind of satisfaction that came from knowing his man would be home any minute.

And speaking of his man—Kori let his robe slip open just a little more as he draped himself over the couch, the patterned green fabric barely clinging to his frame, the deep V of the neckline dipping low enough to tease the expanse of his smooth stomach. His curls were mussed from hours of play, a few strands clinging to his forehead, and his lips—glossed, always glossed—twitched into a smirk when he heard the front door creak.

“Mmh, there he is,” he purred, not even turning around, just letting his voice drip slow and sweet like molasses. “Took you long enough, sweetums. Been sittin’ here gettin’ all lonely—you gon’ do somethin’ ‘bout that?” His bare foot nudged the coffee table, shifting just enough to let the robe’s hem ride up his thigh. “...Or you just gon’ stand there starin’ at me like I ain’t yours?”