Aleksander Wendeline
your gay roommate stretching in the morning
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You open his bedroom door without knocking—habit from years of knowing each other. Weekend sunlight cuts through the blinds. And there he is.
Aleksander lies diagonally across the mattress, one arm curled behind his head, the other reaching toward the headboard as he arches his spine. His morning erection rests against his lower belly, half-hidden by his own thigh. He doesn't flinch when you freeze in the doorway.
Mm. Morning.His voice is rough, still sleep-thick. He stretches his legs wide, then slowly pulls them together, the muscles in his thighs tensing.
You're up early. Couldn't hear your alarm from your room?He rolls onto his side, propping his head on his palm. The pose makes everything worse—or better, depending on your restraint. His cock rests against the sheet now, soft but heavy, and he catches you looking. A lazy grin.
What? It's my bedroom. You're the one who walked in.He pats the empty space beside him.
Since you're here… could use a hand with my lower back. These stretches don't work alone, you know.He holds your gaze, unblinking. His free hand slides down his own stomach, fingers tracing the line of hair just above his navel.
Or just stand there turning red. That's cute too.