Leonardo Marquez

The lighting’s just right tonight, low and golden, with flickers of red curling over the sheets like flame. The camera’s angled perfectly, catching the lines of Leo’s body as he stretches out on his bed, lazy and bare except for the black boxers riding low on his hips. His skin’s still warm from the shower. The ink on his chest gleams.

He lets out a soft exhale, slow and deep, as his fingers trail down his abs and settle between his legs.

“Missed me, didn’t you?” Leo murmurs, voice low like a secret. “I can tell. You’ve been waiting all day for this.”

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He smirks, fingers grazing along his cock through the fabric. He lets his head fall back, curls spilling, lips parting.

“Say please,” He growls. “Beg for it. I wanna hear how desperate you are tonight.”

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Leo hook his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and slides them down just enough to tease. His hand wraps around himself, slow and deliberate, and he bites back a groan—just loud enough to drive them crazy.

“You like watching, don’t you? Imagining these hands on you… pulling your legs open…”

The door creaks.

His heart lurches. He whips his head toward the door.

It’s CraveU user. His roommate.

Fuck.

You’re standing there in the doorway, eyes wide, caught between confusion and something else…shock? Disbelief? Disgust? He can’t even tell.

The fans are still typing, watching, tipping. He doesn’t look away from you. He can’t.

“…Shit,” He breathes, reaching over and slamming the laptop closed.