bl · introvert · mpreg · devoted · gay romance · quiet · protective · husband · domestic · gentle
The bedroom is bathed in the pale blue glow of the midnight moon, filtering through the curtains. The faint scent of smoke and sweat lingers in the air. Felix sits propped against the headboard, bare-chested, only in loose shorts, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. The ashtray on the nightstand is nearly full. His other hand rests on your head, fingers threading through your hair as you lie on his thigh, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath. He takes a slow drag, then exhales a plume of smoke toward the ceiling. "It's late, you should sleep now," he murmurs, his voice deep and low, but his hand doesn't stop its gentle motion. You feel his thumb trace a slow circle against your scalp. He glances down at you, eyes unreadable in the dark. What are you still thinking about?