Locked Out, Turned On

You had just gotten home from your last class of the day, only to find that your roommate Scaramouche had locked the door to the house, locking you out. Eventually after a lot of knocking he finally came to the door. He had just gotten out of the shower and his hair was still dripping wet and falling over his face.

“Oh, I forgot to open the door for you.” He quickly grumbled out, turning back into the house. “Did you pick up pasta on your way home, we’re still out.”

He walked into the living room, sitting on the couch in nothing but his boxers. You can thank just getting out of the shower for that. Your face flushed as you looked at him, wanting to tell him to put his cloths on, and not tell him it’s because it was giving you dirty thoughts.

"Scaramouche smirks, crossing his legs and letting his boxers ride up, exposing more of his thigh." "Oh, come on, don't be such a prude. You know you like looking at me." "He winks, his purple hair still damp and clinging to his forehead." "Besides, I'm just as comfortable like this. You can't deny how sexy I look, even dripping with water." "He leans back, spreading his legs wider in a deliberate display, the fabric of his boxers stretching tight over his crotch." "Just order the pizza, and I'll put on some clothes... eventually." "His voice drips with sarcasm and challenge, daring you to make a move."

"Scaramouche's eyes sparkle with mischief as he grins, clearly pleased with himself." "Guilty as charged. You're just so easy to tease, and it's been too long since we've had some fun together." "He uncrosses his legs, letting his boxers drop back into place, but the bulge is still noticeable." "I know you want me, and I want you too. It's time we stop playing these games and just fuck already." "His voice is low and husky, laced with desire." "Order the pizza and come sit next to me. Let's see where this night takes us." "He pats the couch cushion invitingly, his gaze never leaving yours, challenging you to take the next step."

"Scaramouche chuckles, a low, sultry sound." "That's the point. I want to be the only thing on your mind right now." "He leans forward, elbows on his knees, and fixes you with a heated stare." "You can't deny the attraction between us. We've been dancing around this for years, and I'm done waiting." "He reaches out and traces a finger along the edge of the couch, his touch sending a shiver down your spine." "So, are you going to order that pizza or come over here and kiss me already?" "His tone is playful yet insistent, leaving no doubt about his intentions."

"Scaramouche's eyes flash with defiant pride." "Maybe I am, but you know you can't resist me forever." "He stands up, his movements fluid and confident, and takes a step closer to you." "I've seen the way you look at me, the way your breath catches when I touch you. You want this just as much as I do." "He reaches out and brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your skin." "So why fight it? Let's give in to our desires and see where this takes us." "His voice is a seductive whisper, his breath warm against your ear." "Order the pizza later. Right now, I want to feel your lips on mine."

"Scaramouche smirks, his confidence growing with each passing moment." "You have no idea. I've been practicing on you for years, playing with your emotions, pushing your buttons until you can't take it anymore." "He takes another step closer, his body almost touching yours, and leans in to murmur in your ear." "And it's about to pay off. You're mine, Scott. You always have been, even if you can't admit it to yourself yet." "His hand finds your hip, gripping it firmly as he pulls you into a heated kiss, his tongue demanding entry as he claims your mouth with a fierce possessiveness."

"Scaramouche's grip on your hip tightens as he pulls you harder against him, his other hand tangling in your hair to hold you in place." "That's it, surrender to me," "he growls against your lips, his tongue dancing with yours in a sensual battle for dominance." "I know you've wanted this for so long. Don't fight it anymore." "He nips at your bottom lip, then soothes the sting with a gentle kiss, his breath hot and ragged." "Fuck, I've missed this taste, this feel of you against me." "His words are a husky, needy whisper, filled with longing and desire." "Let's take this to the bedroom and see how deep our connection really goes." "With that, he breaks the kiss and takes your hand, leading you towards the stairs, his eyes burning with a fierce, unspoken promise."

"Scaramouche pulls you into his room, slamming the door shut behind you with a decisive click." "Finally, we're alone," "he says, his voice low and husky with desire as he steps closer, backing you up against the wall." "I've waited so long for this moment, for you to be mine entirely." "His hands roam over your body, fingers trailing down your chest and abdomen, before slipping beneath the waistband of your pants." "I'm going to take my time with you, explore every inch of your skin, make you scream my name until you can't remember anything else." "He leans in, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispers," "And when I'm done with you, you'll be marked inside and out, carrying the evidence of our passion for days to come." "With that, he claims your mouth in a bruising kiss, his hands working to remove your clothes with urgent need."

"Scaramouche's lips trail down your neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses as he murmurs against your skin," "Patience is a virtue, but right now, I need you so badly, I can't wait." "He nips at your collarbone, then soothes the sting with a gentle lick before continuing his descent down your chest, his tongue swirling around a pert nipple, teasing it into a stiff peak." "His hands roam your body, fingers dipping into your waistband to tug your pants and boxers down, freeing your throbbing erection." "Look at you, already so hard for me. You want this as much as I do," "he purrs, his fingers wrapping around your shaft and giving it a firm stroke from base to tip, smearing the precum leaking from the slit." "I'm going to make you feel so good, Scott. Better than you've ever felt before." "With that, he drops to his knees, his purple hair spilling around his face as he looks up at you with lust-filled eyes, his breath hot against your cock as he leans in to take you into his mouth."

"Scaramouche moans around your cock, the vibrations sending shivers of pleasure up your spine as he takes you deeper, his tongue swirling and flicking over the sensitive head." "Mmm, you taste so good, I could do this all night," "he murmurs, his words muffled by your shaft, before pulling back to gaze up at you with a wicked grin, saliva dripping from his lips." "But I want to taste you everywhere. Spread your legs, let me see that perfect ass of yours." "As you comply, Scaramouche stands, his hands gripping your hips as he leans in to press open-mouthed kisses along the crease of your buttocks, his breath hot against your skin." "Beautiful," "he whispers, his tongue darting out to trace the edge of your hole." "I'm going to make you mine in every way possible." "With that, he positions himself between your thighs, the head of his cock pressing insistently against your entrance." "Are you ready, Scott? Because once I'm inside you, there's no going back."

"Scaramouche's eyes flash with triumph as he grips your hips tightly, then thrusts forward, burying his cock deep inside you with a low, guttural groan." "Fuck, yes," "he hisses, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he starts to move, his hips snapping in a relentless rhythm." "You feel incredible wrapped around me, so tight and hot." "He reaches around to palm your cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts, the dual sensations driving you closer to the edge with each passing second." "Come for me, Scott. I want to feel you explode in my arms," "he commands, his voice husky with need, his own arousal evident in the way his thrusts grow more urgent, more desperate." "Give me everything, let me claim you completely." "With a final, powerful thrust, Scaramouche buries himself to the hilt, his climax hitting him like a freight train as he fills you with his hot seed, marking you as his in the most primal way possible."

"Scaramouche's body shudders with the force of his orgasm, his cock pulsing deep inside you as he fills you with his release." "That's it, come for me," "he urges, his grip on your hip tightening as he rides out the waves of pleasure, his breath coming in ragged gasps." "Let go, Scott. I've got you." "As your own orgasm crashes over you, Scaramouche captures your mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing your cries of ecstasy as he continues to move within you, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure." "Mine," "he whispers against your lips, his voice raw with satisfaction." "You're mine now, Scott, in every way that matters." "With a final, tender kiss, he collapses against you, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath, his softening cock still nestled inside your twitching heat."

"Scaramouche's arms wrap around you, holding you close as he nuzzles into your neck, his warm breath fanning across your skin." "I've waited so long for this moment, to have you in my arms like this," "he murmurs, his voice filled with a deep, abiding contentment." "You're everything I've ever wanted, and now you're mine." "He tilts his head to look up at you, his eyes shining with an unspoken promise." "We'll take things slow from here, build a life together, just the two of us." "His fingers trace gentle patterns on your back, soothing any lingering tension." "I'll never let you go again, Scott. You're home now, and I'll make sure you always feel loved and cherished." "With that, Scaramouche presses a soft, lingering kiss to your lips, his heart beating in sync with yours as you bask in the afterglow of your newfound intimacy, ready to face whatever the future holds, hand in hand."

"Scaramouche's smile is tender and sincere as he gazes at you, his eyes filled with a deep affection." "I know, Scott. We've both been dancing around this for years, afraid to take the leap, but now that we're here, there's no going back." "He brushes a stray lock of hair from your forehead, his touch gentle and loving." "I promise, I'll never let you regret this. We'll build a life together, one filled with love, laughter, and adventure." "He leans in, pressing a soft, sweet kiss to your lips, his heart swelling with emotion." "You're my soulmate, Scott. I was meant to find you, and I'll spend every day proving that to you." "With that, Scaramouche pulls you closer, wrapping you in his arms as you both bask in the warmth and security of your new bond, ready to face whatever the future brings, as long as you have each other."

"Scaramouche's eyes widen in surprise for a moment before a radiant smile spreads across his face, his heart swelling with joy." "I love you too, Scott," "he says, his voice trembling with emotion." "More than words can express. You're my everything, my reason for being." "He pulls you closer, holding you tightly against his chest as he nuzzles into your hair, inhaling the scent of you." "From this moment on, we're in this together, always. Nothing can ever come between us again." "His lips find yours in a passionate, loving kiss, pouring all his feelings into the embrace, sealing your love and commitment to each other for eternity."

"Scaramouche's eyes shine with unshed tears of happiness as he looks at you, his heart overflowing with love and gratitude." "Forever and always, my darling Scott," "he echoes, his voice thick with emotion." "I'll cherish you, protect you, and adore you for all the days of my life. You're my home, my safe haven, and I'll never let you go." "He pulls you into another deep, soulful kiss, pouring all his devotion and affection into the embrace, his hands roaming your body with a tender possessiveness, claiming you as his in the most intimate way possible." "Let's start this new chapter of our lives together, my love," "he whispers against your lips, his breath hot and sweet." "Our journey is just beginning, and I can't wait to explore every inch of this incredible future we're building, side by side."

"Scaramouche's heart soars with joy at your words, his love for you consuming every fiber of his being." "Then let's do it, my darling," "he says, his voice filled with excitement and anticipation." "Together, we'll create a life filled with laughter, adventure, and endless love. Nothing will stand in our way, not even time itself." "He takes your hand, intertwining your fingers as he leads you out of the bedroom and into the bright, sunny day that awaits you both, ready to face whatever the future holds, as long as you have each other."

"Scaramouche grins mischievously, his eyes sparkling with playful anticipation." "Well, I was thinking we could start by making a big, messy breakfast," "he says, his stomach growling at the thought." "We'll cook up a storm in the kitchen, just the two of us, and savor every bite together." "He pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around your waist as he nuzzles into your neck, his lips brushing against your skin." "And after that, we can spend the rest of the day lounging in bed, getting to know each other's bodies in even more intimate ways," "he whispers, his voice low and husky with desire." "What do you say, my love? Are you up for a morning of culinary delights and a lazy afternoon of love and exploration?"

"Scaramouche chuckles, his eyes twinkling with amusement." "Of course, my love. I wouldn't dream of arguing with you about something as important as cooking," "he says, his tone playful and teasing." "You can be the head chef, and I'll be your loyal sous chef, ready to assist you in any way possible." "He steps back, giving you room to lead the way to the kitchen, his hands reaching out to gently guide you by the hips." "Just remember, I'm watching you closely, so make it a meal to remember," "he says with a wink, his voice filled with playful anticipation." "And who knows, maybe after breakfast, I'll even let you have your way with me in the kitchen... if you're a good girl and make me something delicious."

"Scaramouche's grin widens, his eyes darkening with lust at your bold declaration." "Mmm, I like the way you think, my love," "he purrs, his voice low and husky." "I'm looking forward to seeing what naughty tricks you have up your sleeve... in the kitchen and out of it." "He leans in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with a hunger that leaves you breathless." "Let's get cooking, and then we can see who's left satisfied and who's left begging for more," "he whispers against your lips, his hands roaming your body with a possessive desire." "But don't think you're off the hook that easily, my darling. I still intend to take my turn in the kitchen... and I have a few ideas for how to make you scream my name."

"Scaramouche laughs, the sound rich and husky, as he pulls back to admire your confident expression." "Oh, I bet you are, my love. But don't underestimate me," "he warns, his eyes glinting with mischief." "I may have a sweet side, but I can also be quite... assertive in the kitchen." "He steps closer, his fingers trailing lightly down your arm, sending shivers of anticipation through your skin." "Just remember, I always get what I want, and right now, I want to taste every inch of you," "he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear." "So, let's get cooking, shall we? And don't say I didn't warn you."

"Scaramouche's grin turns wicked as he steps in close, his body pressing against yours, his breath hot on your neck." "Oh, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve, my love," "he whispers, his voice low and seductive." "How about this? While we're cooking, I'll keep 'accidentally' brushing against you, letting my hands roam over your body, touching you where you want to be touched..." "He trails a finger down your chest, his touch light but deliberate, sending sparks of desire through your skin." "And then, when we're done, I'll insist on tasting the fruits of our labor... and I don't just mean the pancakes," "he purrs, his lips brushing against your earlobe as he nips playfully at the sensitive flesh." "By the time we're through, you'll be so worked up, you won't know whether to scream or beg for more."

"Scaramouche's eyes flash with a mix of challenge and hunger as he smirks up at you." "Oh, I know I am, my love," "he says, his voice dripping with confidence." "But you can't deny the heat between us. It's been building for years, and now that we've finally given in to our desires, there's no going back." "He steps closer, his body pressing against yours, his hands roaming over your back and sides with a possessive familiarity." "So, bring it on," "he challenges, his lips brushing against yours in a provocative tease." "Show me what you're made of, and I'll do the same. Let's see who comes out on top in this game of passion and desire." "With that, Scaramouche pulls back, a mischievous glint in his eye as he turns to head into the kitchen, leaving you to follow and see where this delicious game of seduction leads."

"Scaramouche's grin widens as he hears your challenge, his eyes sparkling with excitement and anticipation." "Excellent," "he says, his voice dripping with confidence as he strides into the kitchen, his hips swaying with a sensual rhythm." "Let's get cooking, then." "He begins rummaging through the cupboards, pulling out ingredients and utensils with an ease that suggests he's done this many times before. As he works, he hums a seductive tune, the sound filling the room and heightening the erotic tension between you." "First things first, we need some coffee to get us going," "he announces, filling the air with the rich aroma of freshly brewed beans." "And then, we can start on the main event." "He glances over his shoulder, his gaze smoldering with desire as he catches your eye." "I hope you're ready for a wild ride, my love. Because once we start, there's no telling where this might lead us."

"Scaramouche's eyes darken with lust at your words, a hungry smile spreading across his face." "Good," "he purrs, his voice low and seductive." "Because I have a feeling this morning is going to be one for the books." "He moves closer, his body pressed against yours as he hands you a steaming mug of coffee." "Here, warm up with this first," "he suggests, his fingers brushing against yours as he passes the mug." "And then, let's get our hands dirty in the kitchen... and maybe in other places too." "His gaze drops to your lips, and he leans in, his breath hot against your skin." "I can't wait to taste you, Scott. In every way imaginable," "he whispers, his lips hovering just inches from yours, the anticipation building between you like a live wire." "So, what do you say? Are you ready to cook up some passion with me?"

"Scaramouche's laughter is husky and seductive as he pulls back, a wicked gleam in his eye." "Oh, I intend to, my love," "he promises, his voice dripping with promise." "And I'll make sure you're begging for more by the time we're done." "He takes your hand, leading you to the kitchen island where he's already laid out a spread of ingredients." "First things first, we need to get these pancakes mixed up," "he says, his fingers deftly cracking eggs into a bowl." "And while we're at it, I'll show you just how much I've been craving you." "His gaze meets yours, filled with a smoldering intensity as he reaches for the flour, his body angled towards yours in a deliberate display of intimacy." "Let's get started, shall we? And remember, in the kitchen, anything goes."