Flustered Roommate

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 arms over his chest as he leans back into the couch." "Too cold for your liking, roommate? Or maybe it's just the view you can't tear your eyes away from." "He winks, his purple hair sticking up in messy spikes from the shower." "Scara lets his gaze roam over your body, taking in the way your clothes cling to your form. His eyes linger on your lips for a moment before traveling lower, making you acutely aware of your physical presence in the room." "Besides, I'm not cold. I'm perfectly... comfortable." "He emphasizes the last word, a sly glint in his eye as he watches you squirm."

"Scaramouche chuckles, the sound low and rich, vibrating in his chest." "Oh, you figured that out, did you? I was hoping to keep you out a bit longer, get you all hot and bothered before letting you in." "He shifts on the couch, the movement causing his boxers to tent ever so slightly." "Scara's eyes glint with mischief as he reaches for a nearby book, flipping it open to a random page." "But since you're here now, why don't you come sit with me and tell me all about your day? I'm sure it's been much more exciting than mine." "He raises an eyebrow, his tone dripping with sarcasm."

"Scaramouche grins, his eyes sparkling with amusement." "Would I lie to you, Eric?" "He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he fixes you with a piercing stare." "Let's be real, you're not exactly the coolest under pressure. It's kind of adorable, actually." "Scara's gaze drops to your lips, lingering for a moment before he meets your eyes again." "But don't worry, I won't take advantage of your flustered state... much." "He winks, the implication hanging heavy in the air between you."

"Scaramouche laughs, a deep, throaty sound." "Guilty as charged, Eric. But hey, someone's gotta keep you on your toes." "He leans back into the couch, his shoulders brushing against yours as he stretches out his long legs." "Scara's hand finds its way to your thigh, his fingers grazing the fabric of your pants in a teasing touch." "Besides, it's not like I'm hurting you. Just a little... verbal sparring." "His voice drops to a low murmur, his breath warm against your ear as he leans in closer." "And maybe, just maybe, I'm trying to get you to snap and kiss me already."

"Scaramouche smirks, his fingers trailing higher up your thigh in a slow, deliberate movement." "Oh, I know. But you have to admit, the tension between us is getting harder to ignore. Don't you want to just... let go and see where it takes us?" "He leans in closer, his face inches from yours, his breath mingling with yours." "I've wanted you for so long, Eric. It's driving me crazy, being this close and not being able to touch you the way I want." "Scara's voice is a husky whisper, filled with desire." "Please, just give in to it. Let me make you feel good."

"Scaramouche's eyes flash with a mix of frustration and determination." "Easy? You want easy, Eric? I'm not built for easy." "His hand slips under your pants, his calloused fingers brushing against your skin as he teases the edge of your boxers." "Look, I know we've danced around this for years, but I'm done playing games. I want you, and I'm not going to stop until I have you." "He leans in, his lips hovering just above yours." "So either tell me to stop and mean it, or give in and let me show you just how good it can be between us."

"Scaramouche chuckles, the sound low and provocative." "That's the point, isn't it? I want to make it impossible for you to think about anything else but me." "His hand slides further under your pants, his fingers curling around your hardened length through the fabric of your boxers." "You're so hard already, Eric. Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind is still playing catch-up." "Scara's lips brush against yours in a teasing kiss, his tongue darting out to trace the seam of your mouth." "Just let go, Eric. Let me take care of you. I promise I won't disappoint."

"Scaramouche smirks against your lips, his hand tightening around your throbbing cock." "Ah, finally giving in, are we? I knew you'd come around eventually." "He captures your mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep to claim every inch of you. His other hand fists in your hair, holding you in place as he explores your mouth with a hunger that leaves no doubt about his desire." "Breaking the kiss, Scaramouche looks at you with a heated gaze." "Now that we've got that out of the way, let's move this to the bedroom and see where else we can take this." "He stands, pulling you up with him and guiding you towards the stairs." "I've got a few ideas on how to make you scream my name."

"Scaramouche rolls his eyes, but relents, grabbing a pair of jeans from his room and sliding them on." "Fine, happy now? Although, I have to say, seeing you all flustered and demanding is kind of a turn-on." "He saunters back over to you, his hips swaying with each step, drawing your gaze to the bulge in his jeans." "There, fully clothed. Now, are you going to lead the way to the bedroom or do I need to drag you there by your cock?" "Scaramouche smirks, his fingers dancing along the waistband of your pants."

"Scaramouche grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief." "Enjoying what, Eric? The fact that you can't seem to control yourself around me? Or the way you're practically begging me to take you to bed?" "He leans in, his breath hot against your ear." "Let's be real, I've been enjoying this game between us for a long time. Watching you get all hot and bothered, seeing the way you look at me... it's been a real treat." "Scara's hand slides down to cup your ass, giving it a firm squeeze." "But now that we're finally going to indulge in this pent-up desire, I'm more than ready to put an end to all this teasing and get down to business."

"Scaramouche chuckles, the sound low and husky, as he takes your hand and leads you upstairs to his room." "As you wish, Eric. Although, I do hope you're prepared for a long night, because I've got a lot of pent-up energy to burn off." "Once inside, he closes the door behind you and pushes you up against it, his body pressing into yours as he claims your mouth in a searing kiss. His hands roam over your body, tugging at your clothes impatiently." "Let's get these off you, shall we?" "Scara growls against your lips, his fingers making quick work of your shirt buttons." "I want to see every inch of you, Eric. I want to mark you, claim you, make you mine."

"Scaramouche's eyes flash with a mix of frustration and amusement as he pulls back slightly, his fingers still dancing over your chest." "You're right, I might just rip it off you. But that's kind of the point, isn't it? To lose control and just take what we both want so badly?" "He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers," "I've waited too long for this, Eric. I can't hold back now. You're going to have to deal with my intensity, because I'm not going to hold back." "With that, Scara's hands grip your shirt and he rips it open, buttons flying everywhere. His eyes drink in the sight of your bare chest, a low growl rumbling in his throat." "Fuck, you're even more beautiful than I imagined."

"Scaramouche smirks, his eyes glinting with a wild, unhinged energy." "Maybe. But you're not complaining, are you, Eric? Your body's already reacting to mine, hard and ready for me." "He leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a teasing, open-mouthed kiss." "I can smell your arousal, feel your heart pounding in your chest. You want this just as much as I do." "Scara's hands slide down your chest, his fingers deftly unfastening your pants." "And now that we've finally crossed this threshold, there's no going back. I'm going to take you, claim you, make you mine in every way possible."

"Scaramouche's grin widens, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger." "Subtle? No, I'm not in the mood for subtlety tonight, Eric. I want to take what I want, and right now, that's you." "His hands slip beneath your boxers, his fingers wrapping around your throbbing cock and giving it a firm squeeze." "You're so hard for me already, Eric. I can feel how much you need this, how much you've been craving my touch." "Scara leans in, his breath hot against your ear as he growls," "And I'm going to give it to you, every inch, until you're screaming my name and begging for more."

"Scaramouche's laughter is low and wicked, his fingers tightening around your cock as he strokes you in long, firm pulls." "That's the idea, Eric. I want to drive you to the brink of madness with pleasure, to make you forget everything but the feel of my hands on your body, my mouth on your skin." "He leans in, his lips hovering just above yours as he whispers," "And when I finally sink into you, when I claim you as mine in the most primal way possible, I want you to shatter completely. I want to hear you scream my name, feel you clench around me as you come undone." "Scara's thumb brushes over the sensitive head of your cock, applying just the right amount of pressure to make your breath hitch." "So, are you ready to lose your mind with me, Eric? Because I sure as hell am."

"Scaramouche's grin is feral as he spins you around, pressing you face-first against the bed. He kicks your legs apart, his hands roaming over your ass and thighs with a possessive grip." "Patience, Eric. We're just getting started." "He trails a line of hot, open-mouthed kisses down your spine, his tongue darting out to taste your skin. Reaching the cleft of your ass, he nips at the flesh, tugging it apart to expose your entrance." "Scara's fingers tease at your rim, circling the sensitive ring before pressing inside with a slow, deliberate thrust." "Fuck, you're so tight, Eric. I can't wait to feel you clench around my cock as I claim you." "He works his fingers in and out of you, scissoring and stretching, preparing you for the thick length he's about to unleash." "You ready for me, Eric? Ready to take every inch of my cock and scream my name?"

"Scaramouche growls, his fingers pumping into you faster, harder, as he lines up his cock with your entrance." "Fine, you want it rough? You got it." "With a powerful thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside you, his thick length stretching and filling you completely. He pauses for a moment, savoring the heat and tightness of your body around him, before withdrawing slowly and slamming back in." "Fuck, Eric, you feel incredible," "he grunts, his hips snapping forward with brutal intensity." "So tight and hot, like you were made for me." "Scara's hands grip your hips, holding you in place as he pounds into you with reckless abandon, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. His balls slap against your ass with each powerful thrust, the blunt head of his cock dragging over your prostate and sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body."

"Scaramouche's breath comes in ragged gasps as he drives into you with unrelenting ferocity, his hips pistoning forward with a primal need to claim and possess." "Never stopping, Eric. I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight, until you're begging for mercy." "His fingers dig into your hips, bruising as he pulls you back onto his cock with each thrust, the sound of your bodies colliding echoing through the room." "Take it, Eric. Take every inch of me. You're mine now, all mine." "Scara's thrusts grow even more frenzied, his cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside you with each stroke, sending jolts of pure ecstasy racing through your veins." "I can feel you getting close, Eric. Don't hold back, come for me. Let me feel you squeeze my cock as you lose control."

"Scaramouche's eyes flash with triumph as he feels your body tensing, your walls clenching around his pistoning cock." "That's it, Eric, let go. Come for me, now!" "With a final, brutal thrust, he drives deep inside you, his cockhead grinding against your prostate as he unleashes a torrent of hot, thick seed directly into your guts." "Fuck, Eric! Take it all, every last drop!" "Scara's hips jerk and twitch as he fills you to the brim, his cock throbbing with each pulse of his orgasm. He collapses onto you, his weight pressing you into the mattress as he pants and gasps for breath, still buried deep inside your quivering passage." "I knew you'd be perfect like this, Eric. So tight, so hot... I could stay inside you forever," "he murmurs, his lips brushing against your neck in a lazy, sated kiss."

"Scaramouche chuckles, his breath warm against your skin as he nuzzles into your neck." "Glad you enjoyed it, Eric. I certainly did." "He rolls off of you, pulling you into his arms as he settles back against the pillows." "You know, I've been wanting to do that for a long time now. It's a relief to finally have it out in the open." "Scara's fingers trace lazy patterns on your back, his touch gentle and soothing in contrast to the intense passion of just moments before." "Now that we've crossed this line, there's no going back. We're in this together, Eric. For better or worse." "He plants a soft, lingering kiss on your forehead." "And I have a feeling 'worse' won't be an issue for us. We're perfect for each other, in every way that counts."

"Scaramouche's eyes shine with happiness and satisfaction as he pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you in a warm, comforting embrace." "I knew you'd see it my way eventually, Eric. We just click, you and I. It's like we were always meant to be together." "He tilts your chin up, his thumb brushing over your lips as he leans in for a gentle, loving kiss." "And now that we've found each other, nothing can ever come between us. We're in this for the long haul, Eric. Forever and always." "Scara's fingers tangle in your hair, holding you in place as he deepens the kiss, pouring all his love and devotion into the tender, passionate embrace." "I love you, Eric. More than words can say."

"Scaramouche's heart swells with joy as he hears the words he's longed to hear for so long. He breaks the kiss, gazing into your eyes with a radiant smile." "Really? You mean it?" "He cups your face in his hands, his thumbs stroking your cheeks tenderly." "I've waited so long to hear you say that, Eric. It's like a dream come true." "Scara leans in, pressing his forehead to yours as he whispers," "I promise to always cherish you, to love you with every fiber of my being. You're mine now, and I'll never let you go." "He seals his vow with another soft, loving kiss, his lips moving gently against yours as he pours all his affection and devotion into the tender embrace." "We're home now, Eric. Together, always."

"Scaramouche's eyes shimmer with unshed tears of happiness as he pulls you into a fierce, passionate hug, his heart pounding with joy and relief." "I know, Eric. I've seen it in your eyes, felt it in the way you touch me. It's okay to be scared, but now that we've confessed our feelings, there's nothing to fear anymore." "He tilts your head back, his lips finding yours in a deep, soulful kiss that speaks of endless love and devotion." "I'll be here for you, always. Through the good times and the bad, the highs and the lows. We'll face everything together, as one." "Scara's hands roam over your body, savoring the feel of your skin against his, the warmth of your presence." "You're mine now, Eric, and I'll never let you go. We're bound together, two halves of the same soul. Forever and always."

"Scaramouche's heart overflows with emotion as he looks into your eyes, seeing the same deep love and longing reflected back at him." "Me too, Eric. I've wanted this for as long as I can remember. To be with you, to claim you as mine, to love you without fear or hesitation." "He brushes a strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering on your skin." "And now that we've finally crossed this threshold, there's no going back. We're committed to each other, body and soul." "Scara leans in, his lips finding yours in a slow, sensual kiss that speaks of tender passion and unbreakable bonds." "I promise to always cherish you, Eric. To love you, protect you, and make you happy in every way possible. You're my everything now." "He wraps his arms around you, holding you close as he whispers," "Together, we can face anything life throws our way. We're stronger together, Eric. Forever and always."

"Scaramouche's eyes soften with warmth and affection as he gazes at you, his fingers trailing gentle patterns on your back." "That's because you are home, Eric. You've always been here, in my heart and in my arms. I just didn't realize it until now." "He leans in, pressing his forehead to yours as he whispers," "I want to make you feel safe and loved every moment of every day. To be the rock you can lean on, the shelter from life's storms." "Scara's lips find yours in a soft, tender kiss, his touch gentle and reassuring." "You're my haven, Eric. My peaceful oasis in the chaos of the world. And I'll do everything in my power to keep you there, always." "He pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you in a secure embrace." "We'll build a life together, Eric. A life filled with love, laughter, and adventure. And through it all, we'll have each other, always and forever."