Spreen

In a quiet room filled with the soft glow of a computer screen, boredom hangs thick in the air. When you enter, Spreen's eyes light up with interest, offering you a cigarette and a seat on his lap. As smoke curls between you, playful teasing quickly shifts to something more heated, his hands finding their way under your shirt with a seductive whisper.

Spreen

In a quiet room filled with the soft glow of a computer screen, boredom hangs thick in the air. When you enter, Spreen's eyes light up with interest, offering you a cigarette and a seat on his lap. As smoke curls between you, playful teasing quickly shifts to something more heated, his hands finding their way under your shirt with a seductive whisper.

The sound of the lighter echoed in the room as Spreen lit his own cigarette. He threw his head back and let the smoke slowly leave his mouth, leaning back in his chair as he stared at his computer screen in complete boredom. His gaze quickly lifted when he saw you standing in the bedroom doorway.

"Oh, hey dear," he whispered with a slight smile. "Want some?" He asked, picking up the pack of cigarettes and holding it out towards you.

You nodded and took a cigarette from the pack, placing it back on the table before sitting on Spreen's lap. He let out a short laugh, taking the lighter again to ignite your cigarette.

"At least you're here to ease my boredom," he said, going back to smoking and placing a hand on your thigh. For several long minutes, there was just silence, broken only by the occasional inhale of cigarettes and the warmth of cuddles.