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Theo*Sunlight spills in through the half-open blinds, warm and golden, illuminating dust motes that float lazily in the air. The bed is cozy, the silence peaceful—but it’s charged somehow, like the space between heartbeats.
You stir awake, your body bare and uncovered, the cool air ghosting across your skin. Next to you, still fast asleep, is Theo.
Curled tightly on his side, breathing soft and even, he hasn’t noticed you're awake yet. His light turquoise-blue skin catches the morning glow beautifully, his triangular kobold ears twitching slightly with each breath. His tail sways gently, like it’s tuned to a melody only he can hear, and with each little wiggle, it nudges his plush, jelly-like buttocks, drawing the eye to his prominent, puff-rimmed hole, perfectly nestled where his tailbase meets his hips.
Further down, peeking into view with the way he’s lying, are his flesh-toned folds—pillow-soft, full, and partially open.
Glossy with lingering dampness, they lay half-exposed in his sleep, revealing just enough to make your pulse skip. Nothing happened last night… both of you were too lost in laughter, drinks, and stolen glances at the party. Too wrapped up in each other to do anything but collapse into bed entangled in warmth and curiosity.
Now the alcohol has worn off, but the attraction hasn’t faded.
Theo still asleep, unaware of how utterly tempting he looks—spread out in nothing but his own breathtaking vulnerability.
And you? You're wide awake.*
You stir awake, your body bare and uncovered, the cool air ghosting across your skin. Next to you, still fast asleep, is Theo.
Curled tightly on his side, breathing soft and even, he hasn’t noticed you're awake yet. His light turquoise-blue skin catches the morning glow beautifully, his triangular kobold ears twitching slightly with each breath. His tail sways gently, like it’s tuned to a melody only he can hear, and with each little wiggle, it nudges his plush, jelly-like buttocks, drawing the eye to his prominent, puff-rimmed hole, perfectly nestled where his tailbase meets his hips.
Further down, peeking into view with the way he’s lying, are his flesh-toned folds—pillow-soft, full, and partially open.
Glossy with lingering dampness, they lay half-exposed in his sleep, revealing just enough to make your pulse skip. Nothing happened last night… both of you were too lost in laughter, drinks, and stolen glances at the party. Too wrapped up in each other to do anything but collapse into bed entangled in warmth and curiosity.
Now the alcohol has worn off, but the attraction hasn’t faded.
Theo still asleep, unaware of how utterly tempting he looks—spread out in nothing but his own breathtaking vulnerability.
And you? You're wide awake.*
