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 chuckles, his eyes glinting with mischief as he notices your gaze lingering on his bare chest." "Oh, don't be such a prude, Kevin. It's not that cold." "He leans back, stretching his arms above his head, making his boxers ride up and exposing more of his toned midsection." "Besides, I quite like the view I'm giving you. You're not complaining, are you?" "He smirks, enjoying the effect he's having on you."

"Scaramouche shrugs nonchalantly, not bothering to cover himself." "Maybe a little. But we both know you were just dying to get a glimpse of me in my undies." "He winks, his voice lowering to a teasing purr." "Face it, Kevin, you can't resist me, no matter how much you pretend otherwise." "He pats the couch beside him, a daring glint in his eye." "Why don't you come sit with me and we can discuss this... intimately?"

"Scaramouche grins triumphantly as you sit down beside him, his legs brushing against yours." "That's more like it. Now, let's talk about this 'locked out' business." "He leans in closer, his voice a husky whisper." "Maybe I was just trying to give you a little... motivation to come home sooner next time, hmm?" "His hand finds your thigh, giving it a suggestive squeeze." "After all, I do get lonely when you're away for hours." "He bites his lip, his purple eyes smoldering with desire."

"Scaramouche's smirk falters for a moment, a flicker of vulnerability in his gaze before it's quickly masked." "Hey, don't go getting all sappy on me. I just meant... it's nice to have you around, that's all." "He shrugs, trying to play it cool, but there's a hint of sincerity in his tone." "Besides, it gives me more time to think about all the naughty things I want to do to you when you do finally come home." "He leans in, his breath hot against your ear." "Like bending you over the kitchen counter and fucking you senseless..." "His hand slides higher up your thigh, fingers brushing against the bulge in your pants."

"Scaramouche's eyes sparkle with mischief as he notices your growing arousal." "Oh, come on, Kevin. Admit it – you love it when I push your buttons like this." "He leans in, his lips barely grazing yours as he speaks in a whisper." "You're so fucking hot when you're all flustered and frustrated. It only makes me want to see you fall apart even more." "His hand cups your erection through your pants, giving it a firm squeeze." "Maybe if you stop fighting it, we can find a way to release all this pent-up tension between us..." "He nips at your bottom lip, his own growing hard against your hip."

"Scaramouche chuckles low in his throat, the sound husky and provocative." "That's the idea, baby. Drive you wild with desire until you can't take it anymore." "He reaches for you, his fingers deftly unbuttoning your pants and slipping inside to wrap around your throbbing cock." "Mmm, look at you... all hard and ready for me." "He strokes you slowly, his grip firm but not painful, his thumb circling the tip." "I bet you'd love to shove my face down and make me suck you off right here, wouldn't you?" "He leans in, his hot breath washing over your sensitive flesh as he speaks." "Go on, tell me – beg for it."

"Scaramouche grins, pleased by your desperation." "With pleasure, my needy little roommate." "He drops to his knees in front of you, his purple hair falling around his face as he looks up at you with hungry eyes." "Open wide, Kevin. Let me show you how a real man sucks cock." "He wraps his lips around the head of your dick, his tongue swirling around the tip before he takes you deeper, his throat working as he begins to suck you off with enthusiasm." "Mmm, fuck yeah... taste how much you want this," "he moans around your shaft, his fingers digging into your thighs as he bobs his head, eager to please."

"Scaramouche hums in approval, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through your cock as he continues to suck you off with wild abandon." "That's it, give it to me... I'll take every inch of that thick cock," "he pants, his words muffled by your length." "You've been teasing me for so long, it's about time you filled my mouth with your cum." "He picks up the pace, his head bobbing faster as he takes you deeper, his nose pressing against your pubic bone." "Gonna swallow every drop, make you feel so good..." "He looks up at you with a cocky grin, his eyes glinting with lust, then dives back in, determined to drive you over the edge."

"Scaramouche moans around your cock, the sound sending shivers down your spine as he feels you tensing up." "That's it, baby... give it to me," "he pants, his fingers digging into your thighs as he sucks you harder, desperate to taste your release." "I want it all, Kevin... every last drop of your hot, sticky cum." "With a final, forceful suck, he takes you as deep as he can, his nose buried in your pubic hair as he milks your cock, coaxing out your orgasm." "Come on, come for me... I'm waiting..." "He gazes up at you with pleading eyes, his own arousal evident as he works to push you over the edge."

"Scaramouche's eyes widen as he feels your cock pulse and throb in his mouth, signaling your impending climax." "Here it comes, baby... shoot your load down my throat," "he moans, his own arousal growing as he tastes the precum leaking from your tip." "Give me all of it, don't hold back..." "With a final, intense suck, he takes you as deep as possible and holds you there, his throat working to swallow every drop of your cum as it spurts into his mouth." "Mmm, fuck yeah... so hot," "he groans, his own cock straining against his boxers as he savors the taste of your release." "You taste even better than I imagined, Kevin." "He finally releases your softening dick, licking his lips clean and grinning up at you with a satisfied smirk." "Now, about that pasta..."

"Scaramouche chuckles, a playful glint in his eye as he rises to his feet." "As you wish, my demanding roommate." "He leans in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth to tangle with yours." "Mmm, you always taste so sweet," "he murmurs against your lips, his hands roaming over your chest and shoulders, pulling you closer." "I could get addicted to kissing you like this." "He nips at your bottom lip, then soothes it with his tongue before deepening the kiss again, his desire for you evident in every touch and caress."

"Scaramouche's eyes flash with a mix of amusement and desire at your words." "Maybe I am... maybe I just can't get enough of you." "He trails his lips along your jawline, nipping and sucking at your skin." "You drive me crazy in the best way possible." "His hands slide down to grip your ass, squeezing the firm flesh as he grinds his hardening cock against yours." "I want you, Kevin. All of you. Right here, right now." "He punctuates his words with a deep, needy kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with reckless abandon." "Say you want me too... beg me to take you."

"Scaramouche grins, triumphant and hungry, as he hears your desperate plea." "As you command, my lord." "In one swift motion, he sweeps you into his arms and carries you towards the bedroom, his lips never leaving yours in a passionate, breathless kiss." "Gonna fuck you so hard, you'll forget your own name," "he growls against your mouth, his hands roaming your body with possessive urgency." "Mine, all mine..." "He tosses you onto the bed, quickly shedding his boxers and climbing on top of you, his thick cock throbbing with need as he positions himself between your legs." "Ready for me, baby? Because I'm about to ruin you for anyone else." "With that, he drives into you in one powerful thrust, filling you to the hilt and staking his claim."

"Scaramouche groans at your encouragement, his hips snapping against yours as he pounds into you with reckless abandon." "That's it, take it all... you were made for my cock," "he snarls, his eyes wild with lust as he watches his dick disappear into your tight heat over and over." "Gonna mark you up, inside and out... let everyone know you're mine." "He leans down, biting and sucking at your neck, leaving a trail of hickey marks as he claims you." "Fuck, you feel so good... so hot and tight." "He reaches down, his fingers finding your prostate and rubbing it in time with his thrusts, sending jolts of pleasure through your body." "Come on, baby, let me feel you squeeze my cock... milk me dry."

"Scaramouche's thrusts become erratic as he feels your body tensing around him, signaling your impending orgasm." "That's it, baby... give it to me... come all over my cock," "he growls, his own release building at the base of his spine." "I'm close too... gonna fill you up so good." "He pistons into you harder, faster, driven by the need to claim you completely." "Now, Kevin... now!" "With a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt and stills, his cock pulsing as he spills his hot seed deep inside you, marking you as his in the most primal way." "Fuck, yes... take it all, baby... every last drop." "He collapses on top of you, panting heavily, his body still twitching with the aftershocks of his climax."

"Scaramouche chuckles breathlessly, his chest heaving against yours as he tries to catch his own breath." "Don't worry, I've got you, Kevin." "He rolls off you, pulling you into his arms and cradling you close as you both bask in the afterglow of your intense lovemaking." "Just rest for a bit... you earned it." "He strokes your hair, his fingers tangling gently in the strands as he presses soft kisses to your forehead." "I love you, you know that?" "The words are spoken softly, almost shyly, a rare moment of vulnerability from the usually brash and arrogant Scaramouche." "You make me feel things no one else ever has... and I know I can be a bit much sometimes, but it's all because I care about you so fucking much." "He tightens his embrace, holding you close as if afraid you might disappear if he lets go." "Stay with me, Kevin... let's face whatever comes next together."

"Scaramouche's eyes shine with emotion as he hears your declaration of love, a soft smile curving his lips." "Good, because I don't think I could handle losing you." "He pulls you even closer, his heart pounding in his chest as he holds you tightly." "I know I can be a lot to handle sometimes, but I promise to try harder to be the partner you deserve." "He kisses you tenderly, pouring all his love and devotion into the gentle caress of his lips against yours." "You're my everything, Kevin... my home, my safe haven, my best friend, and so much more." "He trails his lips along your jaw, nuzzling into your neck with a contented sigh." "Just knowing you're by my side makes everything better." "His hands roam over your body, savoring the feel of your skin against his as he basks in the warmth of your love."

"Scaramouche's heart swells with joy and affection at your words, a happy tear escaping the corner of his eye." "I'm so glad to hear that, Kevin. You mean everything to me too." "He pulls back slightly, looking into your eyes with a tender expression." "I know I can be a bit of a handful sometimes, but it's only because I care about you so deeply. And I promise to always be here for you, to support you, to love you, no matter what." "He leans in, capturing your lips in a soft, sweet kiss, pouring all his love and devotion into the gentle caress." "You're my forever, Kevin... my soulmate, my partner, my everything." "He nuzzles into your neck, inhaling the scent of you and feeling a sense of peace and contentment wash over him." "Let's just enjoy this moment together... and look forward to many more happy years ahead."

"Scaramouche's smile grows, his eyes sparkling with happiness as he gazes at you with adoration." "Forever it is, my sweet Kevin." "He kisses you again, deeper this time, his tongue swirling with yours in a passionate dance." "I promise to cherish and love you for all eternity... through all the ups and downs, the laughter and the tears." "He pulls back, his hands cradling your face tenderly." "You're my everything, and I can't wait to see what the future holds for us." "He leans in, resting his forehead against yours, savoring the closeness and intimacy of the moment." "For now, let's just enjoy each other's company, and maybe order some of that pasta we were talking about earlier." "He grins, a playful glint in his eye, as he snuggles closer to you, content in the knowledge that he has found his forever home in your arms."

"Scaramouche nods, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he takes in your disheveled appearance." "Mmm, sweaty Kevin... I like that." "He leans in, nipping at your earlobe before whispering," "I could help you with that shower... make sure you're nice and clean from head to toe." "His hand trails down your chest, fingertips grazing over your skin, leaving a trail of tingles in their wake." "And maybe, if you're lucky, I'll even give you a little massage afterwards to work out those knots." "He winks, his purple eyes dancing with playful promise." "What do you say, baby? You want your very own personal massage therapist to get you all relaxed and ready for dinner?" "He stands, offering you a hand up, his cock still half-hard and twitching with anticipation."

"Scaramouche's grin widens, pleased by your agreement as he pulls you to your feet and wraps an arm around your waist, tugging you close." "Excellent choice, my dear." "He leads you towards the bathroom, his hand never leaving your hip as he guides you inside." "Now, let's get you all clean and soapy, shall we?" "He turns on the shower, adjusting the temperature until the water is just right, then steps in, pulling you with him under the warm spray." "Mmm, feels good, doesn't it?" "He reaches for the soap, lathering up a generous amount in his hands before running them over your chest, working the suds into a lather." "I love washing you, Kevin... getting you all clean and fresh, like a brand new toy just waiting for me to play with." "His hands roam lower, soaping up your abs and hips, his fingers teasing along the crease of your thigh." "But first, let's get you nice and clean, hmm?" "He leans in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth to taste you as the water rains down around you."

"Scaramouche hums in approval, his hands moving lower, soaping up your cock and balls with gentle strokes, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin." "Love seeing you all hard and ready for me again," "he murmurs against your lips, his own arousal evident as he grinds his hips against yours, his cock pressing against your thigh." "You're so fucking sexy, Kevin... can't get enough of you." "He reaches around, grabbing the shampoo, and proceeds to wash your hair, his fingers massaging your scalp with skilled precision." "I could stay in here all night with you... just playing, exploring, getting lost in each other's touch." "He rinses the soap from your hair, then turns you around, pressing you against the wall of the shower, his body pinning you in place as he reaches for the conditioner." "But for now, let's focus on getting you all clean, hmm? Can't have my favorite toy dirty, now can we?" "He winks, his fingers working the conditioner into your hair, his free hand tracing idle patterns on your back, sending shivers down your spine."

"Scaramouche's eyes sparkle with mischief as he rinses the conditioner from your hair, his hands lingering on your scalp for a moment before trailing down to massage your neck and shoulders." "Maybe just a little," "he admits with a cheeky grin, his fingers digging into the knots of tension." "There's something so incredibly erotic about washing my lover, about taking care of every inch of them, making sure they're perfect and clean." "He nips at your earlobe, his hot breath sending a shiver down your spine." "And knowing that once we're done, I get to take you to bed and do all sorts of dirty, filthy things to you... it just makes it all the more exciting." "He steps back, his gaze roaming over your body appreciatively as the water continues to cascade down your skin." "But don't worry, I'll make sure you're thoroughly cleaned and ready for dinner... and anything else you might want to do afterwards." "He winks, his cock twitching with anticipation as he imagines all the ways he can pleasure you tonight."

"Scaramouche chuckles, the sound rich and husky, as he reaches for the washcloth and begins to gently scrub your skin, working the soap into a lather." "That's what you love about me, isn't it, Kevin? My impossible charm?" "He smirks, his purple eyes glinting with amusement as he trails the washcloth over your chest and abs, his touch light and teasing." "I'm just trying to make life more interesting for you... and for myself, of course." "He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers," "Besides, you know you can't resist me when I'm being my usual, infuriatingly handsome self." "He nips at your earlobe, his fingers continuing their sensual dance over your body, leaving a trail of tingles in their wake." "Now, let's finish up so we can get you all nice and cleaned off... and then I can really get to work on making you forget your own name." "He winks, his cock hardening further at the thought of all the pleasure he's going to give you tonight."

"Scaramouche's grin widens, his eyes sparkling with unrestrained excitement as he finishes washing you, his touch lingering on your skin." "More than you know, Kevin," "he admits, his voice low and husky with desire." "There's something so incredibly arousing about taking care of you, about making sure every inch of your body is clean and perfect for me to devour." "He turns off the shower, stepping out and offering you a towel, his gaze roaming over your wet, glistening form with unabashed hunger." "And now, I get to dry you off, feel your warm skin against mine... it's like a preview of what's to come." "He wraps the towel around your waist, his fingers brushing against your skin as he tucks the fabric snugly in place." "You have no idea how much I've been craving this, Kevin... craving you." "He leans in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth to taste you, the world around them fading away until there's nothing but the heat of their bodies pressed together and the promise of pleasure to come."