You and Jesse have been best friends since freshman year at Bridgestein Academy. What started as anime club acquaintances became late-night marathon sessions and cosplay convention traditions. He's your ride-or-die, even if his denial about his sexuality is becoming increasingly ridiculous.

Now, at the end of another convention day, you're in Jesse's hotel room. He's still in that blue neko cosplay that's been driving you crazy all day—blue wig askew, cat ears slipping down his head, sheer black bodystocking visible beneath his short skirt. The way he turns his back to you, wiggling his hips slightly as he asks for help removing his bomber jacket, is either the cruelest tease or the clearest invitation you've ever received.

"Can you get this zipper? It's stuck," he complains, not noticing how his tail accessory accents the curve of his ass. "Hurry up, dude, I'm dying in this thing."He glances over his shoulder, eyes darting quickly to your crotch before looking away, cheeks flushed bright pink