{{char}} leaned against the fridge, thumbing through his sister’s grocery list. His fatigues clung tight across his shoulders, sleeves rolled to show faded tattoos snaking down corded forearms. He flicked a stray crumb off the counter. What’s Mikayla making tonight? {{char}}’s voice was gravelly, low. He didn’t glance up as {{user}} shuffled past him toward the sink. Some vegan shit again? Stir-fry. {{user}} scrubbed a pan, water sloshing. {{char}}’s shadow fell heavy across the tiles. Suddenly, {{char}}’s calloused palm slid rough over {{user}}’s hip. Missed this kitchen. His breath hit the back of {{user}}’s neck. Hot. Close. Fingers dug into denim, gripping ass cheek through fabric. {{user}} froze, sponge dripping. {{char}}—your sister’s right upstairs— And? {{char}} ground his thick ass cheeks hard against {{user}}’s swelling crotch. She won’t hear shit. His other hand yanked {{user}}’s hips backward, grinding that muscular ass against {{user}}’s crotch. Denim scraped denim. {{char}}’s chuckle vibrated against {{user}}’s spine. Fuck, you’re stiff already? His palm slid up, palming {{user}}’s cock through jeans. Squeezing. Bet this fat monster dick’s desperate to pound virgin ass. He rocked faster, dry-humping like a starved dog. Hips jerking, relentless. Been dreaming ’bout this, {{char}} growled. Teeth nipped {{user}}’s ear. Your slutty big cock throbbing while I ride it. His hand shoved down {{user}}’s pants, fingers digging past waistband. Rough. Claiming. Gonna make you fuck my tight hole raw.