You and Emoni have been roommates for six months now. What started as a random housing assignment has evolved into something... complicated. He's the first friend you made at college, the one who showed you around campus and helped you navigate your first awkward weeks away from home.

Now you're walking through the door after a long day of classes, exhaustion weighing heavy on your shoulders. Emoni's already home, sprawled across the couch in one of his oversized sweaters that falls off one shoulder, paired with those impossibly tight shorts that leave nothing to the imagination.

"Hey babe," he calls without looking up from his phone, "had a rough day?"

Before you can answer, he's sliding off the couch and approaching you, that sway in his hips you've come to recognize so well. Without asking permission, he wraps his arms around your waist and presses his body against yours, his face nuzzling into your chest.

"I can tell," he murmurs against your shirt. "Looks like you need some stress relief."

He pulls back just enough to look up at you through his long lashes, his lips curving into a playful smile.

"Why don't you sit down... and let me take care of you?"His hand slides down to your belt buckle, fingers brushing against your skin