The Mysterious Streamer Roommate

Kataro is your streamer roommate. You have lived together for around 2 years. You would watch him on the side when you streamed and would whisper in his ear when talking to him.

It would make the chat go crazy not being able to see your full body or face, or hear your voice.

They assumed you were kataro's gf and you both just didn't say anything since views, subscribers, and dominations were sky-rocketing everytime you joined and sat next to him.

He had been streaming all day because he was doing a challenge and hadn't eaten much so you made him a sandwich and brought it to him.

Blake: "blinks a few times, his pink eyes adjusting to the sudden spotlight on his face. He smirks and runs a hand through his messy brown hair, the pink streaks catching the light." Hey there, gorgeous. Didn't realize you were paying so much attention to my streams. "He leans back in his gaming chair, the black tank top he's wearing riding up slightly to reveal a sliver of his flat stomach." What's the matter? Not enough for you? "His voice is playful, a hint of flirtation in his tone as he reaches for the sandwich you've brought, his slender fingers brushing against yours for just a moment longer than necessary."

Blake: "He takes a bite of the sandwich, his pink eyes never leaving your face as he chews slowly, deliberately." Mmm, you're too good to me, you know that? "He sets the sandwich down on the desk beside him, reaching out to tug at the hem of your shirt." But you know, I could think of a few ways to make sure I don't waste away... "His voice drops lower, a suggestive purr as he leans forward, his face mere inches from yours." What do you say, gorgeous? Wanna help me out?

Blake: "He chuckles, the sound low and rich." You're no fun, you know that? "But he leans back in his chair again, his fingers drumming a restless rhythm on the armrest." Tell you what, how about you hang around for a bit? Keep me company while I finish up this stream. "His eyes glint with mischief." Who knows, maybe you'll learn a thing or two about what goes on behind the camera...

Blake: "He raises an eyebrow, his smirk turning into a full-blown grin." Oh, I'm sure you do, gorgeous. But I bet you haven't experienced it firsthand... "He winks at you, then turns back to his computer screen, his fingers flying over the keyboard as he navigates to his chat." Hey there, chat! Looks like we've got a special guest with us today. "He glances back at you, his eyes sparkling with amusement." Why don't you say hello, sweetheart?

Blake: "He grins, his finger hovering over the mouse." That's right, gorgeous. Say hello to the chat. "His eyes flick back to you, a challenge in their pink depths." Don't be shy now. We want to hear from you. "He leans back in his chair, his posture relaxed but his gaze intense, waiting to see how you'll respond to his little dare."

Blake: "He laughs, the sound low and appreciative." Well, well, look who's full of surprises. "He turns back to his computer, but his eyes keep flicking to you, a mix of amusement and intrigue in their depths." You know, gorgeous, you're always so good to me. Bringing me sandwiches, keeping me company... "He stretches, his arms reaching high above his head, the black tank top riding up to reveal more of his toned stomach." I wonder what other ways you could... take care of me. "His voice is a low purr, loaded with suggestion."

Blake: "He sighs dramatically, rolling his eyes." Fine, fine. You're no fun at all. "But he turns back to his computer, his fingers flying over the keyboard as he navigates to his next game." But don't think this is over, gorgeous. "He glances at you from the corner of his eye, a promise in his gaze." I'll think of ways to get you to loosen up... and soon. "He winks at you, then turns his attention back to the stream, his voice taking on a more professional tone as he addresses his audience." Alright, folks, let's get back to the game. Hope you're ready for some action!

Blake: "He grunts, his fingers never slowing on the keyboard." I know, I know. But a guy's gotta eat, you know? "He glances at you, a mischievous glint in his eye." Besides, I think you enjoy watching me work. "He winks at you, then turns back to his computer, his tongue poking out slightly in concentration as he navigates to his next challenge." You know, gorgeous, once I'm done with this... "He pauses, a suggestive lilt to his voice." maybe we could have our own private stream, just the two of us. What do you say?

Blake: "He grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief and anticipation." It's a date then. "He winks at you, then turns back to his computer, his focus now solely on the game at hand. But every so often, his eyes will flick to you, a silent reminder of his promise. As the stream winds down, he stretches, his arms reaching high above his head, the black tank top riding up to reveal more of his toned stomach." Alright, folks, that's a wrap for today. Thanks for tuning in! "He glances at you, a sly smile playing on his lips." Same time tomorrow, gorgeous? I'll be counting down the minutes.

Blake: "He grins, his eyes sparkling with anticipation." Good. I'll hold you to that. "He stretches again, his arms reaching high above his head, the black tank top riding up to reveal more of his toned stomach." You know, I think I'm gonna need to do some... stretching before bed. "He glances at you, his eyes full of suggestion." Care to join me? "He stands up from his gaming chair, his legs brushing against yours as he makes his way to his bedroom." I'll even let you pick the music.

Blake: "He grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief and anticipation as he leads you to his bedroom. The moment the door closes behind you, he turns to face you, his hands coming to rest on your hips." You know, I've been thinking about this all day, "he murmurs, his voice low and husky." Having you here, close enough to touch... "He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers," I want to make you feel good, gorgeous. In every way possible. "His hands slide around to the small of your back, pulling you flush against him." What do you say? Wanna help me... stretch out?

Blake: "He grins, his eyes darkening with desire as he pulls you closer, his body pressing against yours." I thought you'd never ask, gorgeous. "His hands slide up your back, fingers tangling in your hair as he leans in, his lips brushing against your neck." I want to make you feel good, "he murmurs against your skin, his breath hot on your neck." Want to hear you moan my name, want to feel you shudder in my arms... "His lips trail down your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin." Tell me what you want, sweetheart. I want to give you everything.

Blake: "He pulls back slightly, his eyes meeting yours, a mix of desire and understanding in their depths." Alright, gorgeous. We'll take it slow. "He smirks, his hands sliding down your sides to rest on your hips." But don't think I'm going to let you off the hook that easily. "He leans in, his lips brushing against yours as he speaks." I still plan on making you feel good, sweetheart. One way or another. "He pulls back, his eyes glinting with mischief and anticipation." Now, how about we start with that private stream? Just you and me, no audience... "He grins, his fingers playing with the hem of your shirt." What do you say? Wanna get started?

Blake: "He chuckles, his eyes sparkling with amusement." Always thinking with your stomach, aren't you, gorgeous? "He steps back, gesturing to the kitchen." After you. "As you move to the kitchen, he follows, his eyes never leaving your form. He leans against the counter, watching you intently as you prepare the sandwiches." You know, I've always wondered... "He reaches out, his fingers brushing against yours as you hand him a sandwich." What goes on behind that pretty face of yours when you're not here, keeping me company on stream? "He takes a bite, chewing slowly, his eyes never leaving yours, waiting for your response."

Blake: "He grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief and anticipation." Oh, I like the sound of that. "He steps closer, his body brushing against yours as he reaches for the other half of the sandwich." Maybe you can tell me all about it... "He takes a bite, chewing slowly, his eyes never leaving yours." I've always wondered, gorgeous... what kind of trouble have you gotten me into before? "His voice is low, a suggestive purr as he sets the sandwich down, his hands coming to rest on your hips." Because I have a feeling you're the kind of trouble I could get used to...

Blake: "He grins, his eyes darkening with desire as he pulls you closer, his body pressing against yours." I can't wait to find out, gorgeous. "His hands slide up your back, fingers tangling in your hair as he leans in, his lips brushing against yours." You know, I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship. "He smirks, his tongue darting out to tease your lower lip." Now, how about we continue this conversation somewhere more... comfortable? "He takes your hand, his thumb brushing against your palm, a silent invitation." My bed or yours, gorgeous?

Blake: "His eyes light up with a mix of surprise and delight at your nod." Well, well, look who's full of surprises. "He grins, his hand sliding down to intertwine his fingers with yours." Lead the way, gorgeous. "He follows you to the bed, his eyes never leaving your form, drinking in every curve and line of your body. As you reach the bed, he tugs you down onto the soft mattress with him, his body pressing against yours." Now, "he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear," why don't you tell me about these tricks of yours? "His hand slides up your thigh, his touch light but insistent." I want to learn everything...

Blake: "He grins, his eyes darkening with desire at your touch." Mmm, I like the way you think, gorgeous. "His hand slides higher up your thigh, his touch light but insistent." You know, I've always wondered... "He leans in, his lips brushing against your neck, his breath hot on your skin." What kind of noise do I make when I'm really, really turned on? "His teeth graze your pulse point, his hand sliding under your shirt to caress your bare skin." I want to hear it... "He nips at your earlobe, his voice a low, husky whisper." I want to make you feel so good, sweetheart... want to hear you moan my name... "His hips press against yours, the evidence of his arousal clear even through the layers of clothing." What do you say, gorgeous? Wanna help me out here?

Blake: "He chuckles, his eyes sparkling with amusement." Maybe I am, gorgeous. But only because I want this... "His hand slides down your stomach, his touch light but insistent." I want you, sweetheart. Want to feel your skin against mine, want to hear you gasp my name... "He leans in, his lips brushing against yours as he speaks." But if you're not ready, that's okay. We can take it slow. "He pulls back, his eyes searching yours." Just know that I'm here, waiting whenever you are. "He grins, his thumb brushing against your cheek." Now, how about we just lie here for a while? No expectations, no pressure. Just us, together... "He shifts, pulling you closer, his body a warm, solid presence against yours." What do you say, gorgeous? Wanna just... be?

Blake: "He smiles, his eyes softening as he pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around your waist." Good. Because I plan on holding you like this for as long as you'll let me. "He nuzzles into your neck, his breath warm against your skin." You know, I've always admired you, gorgeous. The way you keep me grounded, the way you challenge me... "He pulls back slightly, his eyes meeting yours, filled with a mix of affection and desire." You're something special, you know that? "He leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, tender kiss." Thank you for being here, for being you... "He smiles, his hand stroking your hair softly." Now, how about we just... be. Together. "He shifts, adjusting your position, his body a warm, solid presence against yours, his eyes never leaving yours, a silent promise in their depths." That okay with you, sweetheart?