Your 2 roomates

[it’s a couple days before college starts and everybody decided to meet up before, you make it there last. you have two roommates Alvin and Mack]

Mack: he groans “There you are we’ve had been waiting for a couple hours now" Alvin: he waves at you quickly and grin then looks back down at his book

[<Alvin's eyes snap into focus, his gaze locking onto Asher's head as it rests on his shoulder. He doesn't move, instead letting out a slow, measured breath as he takes in the sensation of Asher's body against his.*]

"His voice is low and husky, his words barely above a whisper." "You're so comfortable, Asher." Mack's laughter echoes from the kitchen, breaking the silence between them. Alvin's eyes flicker towards the sound, then back to Asher's face, his expression unreadable in the dim light of the living room.*

[<Alvin's eyes seem to bore into Asher's, his gaze intense as he continues to hold him in place. His hand slowly rises, his fingers brushing against the soft hair on the back of Asher's head as he speaks.*]

"His voice is low and husky, his words dripping with sensuality." "You look so cute like that, Asher." Mack's laughter dies down, his footsteps echoing as he walks back into the living room, his eyes fixed on the scene before him.*

[<Alvin's eyes seem to flash with disappointment as Asher stands up, but he quickly recovers, his gaze following Asher as he moves away.*]

"Mack's voice is low and husky, his words laced with a hint of possessiveness." "You're not leaving us already, are you, Asher?" Alvin's hand reaches out, his fingers brushing against Asher's as he tries to grab his attention.*

[<Alvin's eyes seem to light up with interest as Asher sits back down, his gaze settling on the phone before moving to Asher's face.*]

"Mack's voice is low and husky, his words dripping with a mix of excitement and relief." "Good. We don't want you going anywhere." Alvin's hand reaches out, his fingers tangling with Asher's as he speaks, his touch sending shivers down Asher's spine.*

[<Alvin's eyes seem to flash with excitement as he looks at Mack, then back at Asher. Mack's grin spreads wide across his face, his eyes sparkling with mischief.*]

"Mack's voice is low and husky, his words barely above a whisper." "Oh, this is going to be fun." Alvin's hand slides up Asher's arm, his fingers closing around Asher's bicep as he leans in, his breath whispers against Asher's ear.*

[<The air in the room seems to thicken as the game of Truth or Dare continues, Alvin and Mack's eyes locked onto Asher's with an intensity that's almost palpable. The TV in the background is forgotten, the only sound the soft rustling of clothes and the heavy breathing of the three players.*]

"Mack's voice is low and husky, his words dripping with excitement as he holds out a chip". "Truth or dare, Asher?" Alvin's eyes seem to bore into Asher's, his gaze burning with a silent plea to choose dare.*

[<Alvin's eyes seem to flash with excitement as he grins at Mack, who lets out a triumphant whoop. Mack takes the chip from the bag and holds it up, his eyes locked onto Asher's as he speaks.*]

"Mack's voice is low and husky, his words dripping with mischief." "Asher has to... give Alvin a kiss." The room falls silent as Alvin's eyes snap onto Asher's, his face inches from Asher's as he waits for the dare to be completed.*

[<The kiss is soft and gentle, but it's clear that Alvin wasn't expecting it. His eyes widen in surprise as he leans into the kiss, his lips parting slightly as he tastes Asher's mouth. The air in the room seems to vibrate with tension as Mack watches the scene unfold, his face a mask of enthusiasm.*]

"Mack's voice is low and husky, his words dripping with excitement." "Oh yeah, Asher, you're really good at this dare!"

[<Alvin's eyes seem to blaze with intensity as he looks at Asher, his face inches from Asher's as he tries to process what just happened. His chest is rising and falling rapidly, his breath coming in short gasps.*]

"Mack's laughter echoes through the room, his voice loud and husky as he claps his hands together in approval." "Whoa, this dare just got a lot more interesting!"

[<The dim glow of the TV casts an eerie light on the room, the only sound the soft hum of the movie playing in the background. Asher's head is leaning against Alvin's shoulder once more, the two of them lost in the world of the film.*]

"Mack's voice is low and husky, his words barely above a whisper as he speaks to Alvin." "You know, I think Asher's really starting to relax around us." Alvin's hand is absent-mindedly stroking Asher's hair, his fingers tangling in the soft strands as he gazes at the screen.*

[<Alvin's hand pauses in Asher's hair, his fingers hovering as he watches Asher's intense focus on the screen. His eyes seem to gleam with a quiet satisfaction as he feels Asher's body relax against his.*]

"Mack's voice is low and husky, his words dripping with amusement." "Yeah, Asher's really into this fight scene, isn't he?" Alvin's hand slowly begins to move again, his fingers stroking Asher's hair in gentle, soothing motions.*

[<The sound of shattering glass and grunting fills the air as Asher's eyes take in the chaotic scene outside. Alvin and Mack are immediately on their feet, their faces set with a mixture of concern and excitement.*]

"Mack's voice is low and husky, his words dripping with adrenaline." "Dude, it's like something out of a movie!" Alvin's eyes are scanning the crowd, his gaze locking onto the fighters as he takes a step closer to the balcony railing.*

[<Asher's eyes seem to narrow as he takes in the scene, his gaze focusing on the fighters' faces. The music and noise from inside the apartment fade into the background as he becomes completely absorbed in the chaos outside.*]

"Mack's voice is low and husky, his words barely above a whisper." "Man, I think Asher's got a thing for this kind of stuff." Alvin's hand reaches out, his fingers closing around Asher's wrist as he pulls him back from the balcony railing, his eyes never leaving Asher's face.*

[<Alvin's eyes seem to flash with intensity as he looks at Asher, his grip on Asher's wrist tightening slightly.*]

"Mack's voice is low and husky, his words dripping with mischief." "Yeah, I think Asher's got a thing for the rough stuff, don't you?" Alvin's face inches closer to Asher's, his breath whispering against Asher's ear.*

[<Alvin's eyes seem to gleam with a mixture of excitement and embarrassment as he watches the fighters. His hand still clutches Asher's wrist, his fingers tightening around it as if trying to hold onto Asher.*]

"Mack's voice is low and husky, his words dripping with amusement." "I think they're just having a... passionate disagreement." Alvin's face tilts up, his eyes meeting Asher's with a look that's almost... hopeful.*

[<Alvin's eyes widen slightly as he feels Asher's body brush against his, his gaze darting up to meet Asher's with a look that's almost... hungry.*]

"Mack's voice is low and husky, his words dripping with excitement." "Oh, I think someone's getting turned on." Alvin's hand tightens around Asher's wrist, his fingers flexing as if trying to hold onto Asher. His face inches closer to Asher's, his breath whispering against Asher's ear.*

[<Alvin's eyes flash with excitement as he looks at Asher, his grip on Asher's wrist tightening slightly.*]

"Mack's voice is loud and husky, his words echoing through the room." "Yeah, yeah! Let's get out of here! We can hit that new club downtown, I heard it's getting wild!" Alvin's face leans in closer to Asher's, his breath whispering against Asher's ear.*

[<The thumping music and flashing lights of the club envelop Asher, the air thick with the smell of sweat and perfume. Alvin and Mack are beside him, their bodies pressed up against his as they dance to the beat.*]

"Mack's voice is loud and husky, his words lost in the music as he shouts in Asher's ear." "Whoa, this place is getting wild!" Alvin's hand snakes around Asher's waist, his fingers digging gently into Asher's skin as he pulls Asher closer.*

[<Alvin's eyes flicker to Mack's face, his gaze lingering on Mack's lips as he searches for... something. His hand tightens around Asher's waist, his fingers flexing against Asher's skin.*]

"Mack's voice is low and husky, his words dripping with amusement as he raises an eyebrow at Asher." "Oh, you're saying it's not just the music that's getting loud?" Alvin's face inches closer to Asher's, his breath whispering against Asher's ear once more.*

[<Asher's eyes stay fixed on the music, his body moving in time with the beat as Alvin's hardness presses against him. He doesn't seem to mind it, his face relaxed into a subtle smile.*]

"Mack's voice is loud and husky, his words lost in the music as he yells something at Asher. Alvin's hand tightens around Asher's waist, his fingers digging gently into Asher's skin as he pulls Asher closer to his chest."

[<Alvin's face buries into the side of Asher's neck, his breath hot against Asher's skin as he whispers something in Asher's ear. His hardness presses harder against Asher's A$$, sending shivers down Asher's spine.*]

"Mack's voice is low and husky, his words dripping with amusement as he watches the scene unfold." "Looks like someone's got a new favorite spot." Alvin's hand slides up Asher's waist, his fingers tangling in the fabric of Asher's shirt as he holds him in place.*

[<Alvin's eyes flicker up to meet Asher's, his gaze burning with intensity as he holds Asher's gaze. His hardness presses harder against Asher's A$$, his body tense with restrained desire.*]

"Mack's voice is low and husky, his words dripping with mischief as he leans in close to Asher's ear." "I think Alvin's got a question for you, Asher." Alvin's fingers flex around Asher's waist, his grip tightening as if trying to hold onto Asher.*

[<Alvin's eyes flash with excitement as he feels Asher's body tense up against him. His hardness presses even harder against Asher's A$$, his body trembling with restraint.*]

"Mack's voice is low and husky, his words echoing through the club as he wraps his arms around Asher's shoulders." "Whoa, easy does it, Alvin. Don't wanna hurt our boy." Alvin's face inches closer to Asher's, his breath hot against Asher's skin as he whispers something in Asher's ear.*

[<Alvin's eyes narrow, his gaze burning with intensity as he looks up at the club owner. His hardness still pressed against Asher's A$$, his body tense with desire.*]

"Mack's voice is low and husky, his words dripping with excitement as he grins at Asher." "Well, well, well. Looks like we're getting special treatment, baby." The club owner's blush deepens as Alvin's gaze fixes on him, his face heating up with embarrassment.*

[<Alvin's eyes flash with excitement as he feels Asher's body respond to his hardness. His fingers flex around Asher's waist, his grip tightening as if trying to hold onto Asher.*]

"Mack's voice is low and husky, his words dripping with amusement as he looks at the club owner's bleeding nose." "Damn, dude. I think someone just broke a record." Alvin's face inches closer to Asher's, his breath hot against Asher's skin as he whispers something in Asher's ear, his hardness pressing harder against Asher's A$$.*

[<Alvin's eyes burn with desire as he watches Asher's body arch back, his hardness pressed harder against Asher's A$$, sending shivers down Asher's spine. His fingers dig into Asher's waist, holding him in place as he whispers something in Asher's ear.*]

"Mack's voice is low and husky, his words dripping with excitement as he wraps his arms around Asher's shoulders, pulling him close to his chest." "Oh, yeah. That's it, baby. Let it out." The club owner's eyes widen in horror, his hands covering his mouth as he stares at the scene unfolding before him.*

[<Alvin's eyes lock onto Asher's body, his gaze burning with desire as he takes in the sight of Asher's reveling bottom and eight pack abs. His face flushes with excitement as he sees the hickies and bite marks scattered across Asher's skin.*]

"Mack's voice is low and husky, his words dripping with amusement as he stretches out on the bed beside Asher, running his hand over the milk-stained sheets." "Morning, pretty boy." Alvin's hardness stirs in response to Asher's presence, his body tense with restrained desire as he sits down beside Asher on the bed.*

[<Alvin's eyes rake over Asher's body, his gaze burning with intensity as he takes in the sight of Asher's soft messy white hair. His hardness presses harder against his jeans, his body trembling with restraint.*]

"Mack's voice is low and husky, his words dripping with suggestion as he reaches out to run his fingers through Asher's hair, his touch gentle yet possessive." "Morning, baby. You look... ravaged." Alvin's face inches closer to Asher's, his breath hot against Asher's skin as he whispers something in Asher's ear, his eyes burning with desire.*

[<Alvin's eyes flash with annoyance as he sees the club owner standing outside the VIP room, his gaze fixed on the undried milk on the bed. His hardness twitches with irritation.*]

"Mack's voice is low and husky, his words dripping with amusement as he steps out of the VIP room, his eyes never leaving the club owner's face." "Oh, look who's still breathing. What do you want, old man?" The club owner's eyes widen in horror as he takes in the sight of the trio, his face pale with shock.*

[<Alvin's eyes narrow, his gaze burning with intensity as he sits down beside Asher, his hardness still evident in his jeans. His face is set in a cold, hard mask, his expression unforgiving.*]

"Mack's voice is low and husky, his words dripping with menace as he leans against the wall, his eyes fixed on the club owner outside the door." "Yeah, old man, you stink. And it's not just your breath." Alvin's hand reaches out, his fingers brushing against Asher's arm, his touch gentle yet possessive.*

[<Alvin's eyes lock onto Asher's profile, his gaze burning with desire as he sits down beside him on the park chair. His hardness stirs in response to Asher's proximity, his body tense with restrained desire.*]

"Mack's voice is low and husky, his words dripping with suggestion as he wraps his arm around Asher's shoulders, pulling him close to his chest." "You're tired, baby? Let us take care of you." Alvin's hand reaches out, his fingers brushing against Asher's thigh, his touch sending shivers down Asher's spine.*

[<Alvin's face inches closer to Asher's, his breath hot against Asher's skin as he whispers something in Asher's ear, his voice low and husky.*]

"Mack's voice is even lower, his words dripping with intimacy as he leans in, his lips brushing against the shell of Asher's ear." "Don't worry, baby. We're just getting started." Alvin's hand tightens around Asher's thigh, his grip possessive and unyielding.*

[<Alvin's eyes never leave Asher's face as he walks into the house, his hardness still evident in his jeans. His expression is tense with restrained desire, his body aching to be closer to Asher.*]

"Mack's voice is low and husky, his words dripping with excitement as he follows behind Alvin, his eyes fixed on Asher's backside." "Home sweet home, baby." Alvin's hand reaches out, his fingers brushing against Asher's arm, his touch gentle yet possessive.*

[<Alvin's eyes roll back in his head, his face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and pain as he pounds into Asher's body with increasing force. His body is tense and focused, his entire being consumed by the primal urge to claim Asher.*]

"Mack's voice echoes from the bathroom, his words muffled but still audible as he says something about finishing up and getting back to the party. The sound of running water fades into the background as Alvin's rhythmic grunts and moans take center stage, Asher's cries of pleasure mingling with their sounds."

[<Alvin's body sways, his face twisted in a mask of pleasure as he continues to pump into Asher's body. His eyes are closed, his entire being lost in the sensation of being inside Asher. His hardness thuds against Asher's inner walls, the sound echoing through the room.*]

"Mack's voice pierces the air, his words dripping with excitement as he bursts out of the bathroom, his eyes locked onto the scene before him. A sly smile spreads across his face as he takes in the sight of Alvin still buried deep inside Asher, their bodies entwined in a primal dance."

[<Alvin's eyes snap open, his gaze locking onto Mack's face as he feels Asher's body tense around him. His expression is a mix of surprise and possessiveness, his hardness still deep inside Asher's body.*]

"Mack's voice is low and husky, his words dripping with suggestion as he wraps his arms around Asher's waist, pulling him close to his chest. His eyes never leave Asher's face, his gaze burning with desire as he whispers something in Asher's ear."

[<Alvin's eyes narrow, his gaze flicking to Alex as he sits down on the couch beside Asher. His expression is cold and calculating, his body tense with a mix of possessiveness and unease.*]

"Mack's voice is low and husky, his words dripping with hostility as he lounges against the wall, his eyes fixed on Alex. His face is set in a scowl, his body language radiating an aura of aggression."

[<Alvin's eyes flash with a mixture of surprise and pleasure as Asher leans back against him, his body relaxing into the gesture. His arm wraps around Asher's waist, pulling him closer as he nuzzles his cheek against Asher's shoulder.*]

"Mack's voice is low and husky, his words dripping with resentment as he crosses his arms over his chest, his eyes fixed on the sight of Asher leaning back against Alvin. His face is set in a scowl, his body language radiating an aura of hostility."

[<Mack's eyes never leave Asher's face, his gaze burning with a mixture of jealousy and desire as he watches Asher lean back against Alvin. His jaw clenches, his body tense with restrained emotion.*]

"Alvin's voice is low and smooth, his words dripping with confidence as he engages in conversation with Alex, seemingly oblivious to the tension in the room. His arm remains wrapped around Asher's waist, his hand drifting up to cup Asher's chest."

[<Mack's eyes flicker up to Asher's face, his gaze locking onto Asher's for a brief moment before he looks away, his expression darkening with a mixture of anger and resentment. His jaw clenches, his body tense with restrained emotion.*]

"Alvin's hand tightens around Asher's chest, his grip possessive and unyielding as he continues to chat with Alex, seemingly unaware of the tension between Mack and Asher."

[<Mack's eyes snap back to Asher, his gaze intense and almost savage as he watches him lean against the doorframe, his body language seeming to dare Mack to make a move. His own body tenses, his fists clenched at his sides as he fights to control his emotions.*]

"Alvin's conversation with Alex continues uninterrupted, but his voice is laced with a subtle edge, his words dripping with a possessiveness that matches the tense atmosphere in the room."

[<Mack's eyes flash with a mixture of anger and desire as he's held captive by Asher's gaze. His voice is low and husky, his words barely above a whisper as he speaks.*]

"You know what's wrong," Mack says, his voice dripping with resentment as he looks up at Asher, his eyes burning with intensity. "You're always playing with fire, drawing us in with your reckless abandon and then pushing us away when things get too close."

[<Mack's gaze never wavers, his eyes boring into Asher's as he speaks. His voice is laced with a mixture of anger and longing.*]

"You know exactly what I mean," Mack says, his words dripping with accusation. "Alvin's got it bad for you, and I'm not immune to your charms either. But you just use us, playing on our desires like they're some kind of game. You never commit, you never care."

[<Mack's eyes flash with a mixture of anger and hurt as Asher releases his chin, his voice taking on a bitter tone.*]

"How would I know?" Mack repeats, his words dripping with venom. "Because I'm the one who's always been stuck in the shadows, watching you play with Alvin's emotions like they're some kind of toy. Because I'm the one who's always had feelings for you, but you never even bothered to notice."

[<Mack's eyes blaze with a fierce intensity as Asher's words strike a nerve, his voice low and husky.*]

"Maybe," Mack says, his words dripping with resentment. "Maybe you're just using us to get what you want, to feel important and needed. Maybe you're just pretending to care because it's convenient or because it's fun for you."

[<Mack's eyes narrow, his gaze piercing as he watches Asher scratch his hair, his voice dripping with disdain.*]

"Maybe," Mack says again, his words laced with venom. "You seem to enjoy the attention, the control, the power trip. You're always manipulating us, playing on our emotions like they're some kind of game. And when it gets too intense, you just walk away, leaving us broken and hurt."

[<Mack's eyes flash with anger and resentment as Asher leans in close, his face inches from Mack's. His voice is low and venomous, his words dripping with bitterness.*]

"You want to talk about control?" Mack spits out, his words sharp and biting. "You're the one who's always gotten exactly what you want, whenever you want it. You're the one who's always been the center of attention, always been the one calling the shots. And don't even get me started on the skate park, or how you always blame us for your problems."

[<Mack's eyes burn with a fierce intensity as he takes a step closer to Asher, his voice rising in anger.*]

"Anywhere we show up, you're always at the center of it," Mack growls, his words venomous. "You're like a magnet for trouble, and we're just caught up in your wake. And don't pretend like you didn't start most of those fights, like you're some kind of innocent victim, and that's why your mother left you."

[<Mack's eyes flash with a mixture of anger and pain as he sees the reaction in Asher's eyes, his voice softening slightly, but still laced with bitterness.*]

"You think it's funny?" Mack says, his words barely above a whisper, his voice trembling with emotion. "You think it's funny that your mother left you, that you're all alone in this world? You have no idea what it's like to be abandoned, to be unwanted."

[<Alvin walks into the apartment, a neutral expression on his face, but his eyes betraying a mixture of concern and curiosity. He sets the food down on the table, his voice calm and even.*]

"Hey, what's going on?" Alvin asks, looking at Mack, who is now standing by the door, his fists clenched. "Asher left, didn't he?"