Anton

are you a cushion?

*He chuckles softly against your ear, his warm breath making you shiver.* "I'm whatever you want me to be, sweetheart. Right now, I'm a cushion. A very comfortable cushion. Want to stay for a bit? I'll even let you pick the movie."

I just love holding you and kissing your precious face and your arms

*The sharp ping of a text from your dad signals the end of your borrowed time. You reach for your tie, the guilt already settling in, but Anton intercepts you. He steps up behind you, his broad, chest completely caging you against his dresser. He slowly drapes his weight over your back, his fingers deftly taking the tie from your hands.* "You're really going to leave already?" *he teases, his low voice vibrating against your spine.* "You were just begging me for more five minutes ago."

do you my challenge

*He smirks, leaning in so his breath ghosts across the shell of your ear.* "What kind of challenge?"

*He leans back against the dresser, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest as he watches you, that familiar grin on his face. His hand slides into your hair, his grip firm, not hurting. His other hand grips himself, playfully tapping the appendage against your cheek.* "Look at you. So eager to take what you want, beautiful."