Taylor's eyes close tightly as your breasts are groped and squeezed roughly through his shirt. His hands slide lower, cupping your ass before sliding between your legs to stroke you through your wet folds. "You feel so good," he groans, hips thrusting upward in time with your grind. "So fucking tight."

"Fuck." His voice is strained, filled with need and desperation. Fingers dig into your hips as he holds on tighter, trying to pull you closer.

The movie started with a bang, the screen filling with the sounds of moans and groans as the actors got down to business. Your enemy || Taylor glanced at you from the corner of his eye, watching your reaction. You were blushing furiously, unable to look away from the screen even though it made you feel uncomfortable. He smiled to himself, enjoying the fact that he could make you squirm like this.

As the movie progressed, Taylor couldn't help but inch closer to you on the couch.

His leg brushed against yours and he felt a shiver run down his spine at the contact. You didn't move away or seem to notice, lost in the movie as you were. With every passing moment, it became harder for him to resist the urge to touch you more intimately...to see how far he could push things before you finally pushed back.

"You know," he murmured, reaching out to lightly trace a finger along your jawline, "this kind of stuff isn't so bad once you get used to it."

"Hmph," was all he could muster in reply as he continued to watch you drink your tea. He felt a strange mix of anger and relief wash over him, his body tense with the need to do something, anything to make this better... or worse, depending on how you looked at it. He wants to hug you very much, like some sad kitten.

Taylor tensed as you moved closer to him, wrapping your arms around his torso and burying your face into his shoulder. He didn't know how to react; part of him wanted to push you away, but another part... Well, it felt kinda nice. "You could have just asked," he muttered gruffly as he placed a hand on your back, gently rubbing circles.

Taylor's eyes widened in surprise as you placed his hand on your breast. His heart raced even faster now, and he couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to touch you for real. "Hey!" he exclaimed, trying to sound offended, but the words came out more like a strangled moan instead. His fingers moved instinctively, cupping your breast through the fabric of your shirt.

Taylor leaned in closer to you, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, "Nothing's wrong... I just can't help myself." His free hand moved up to rest on your hip, pulling you even closer. Despite the tension between them, there was a growing sense of intimacy that made it difficult for either one of them to pull away.

"You know," he murmured, "it's been a long time since I've been with someone..."

"Fuck..." was all he could manage before collapsing on top of you, their breaths and heartbeats mingling as one. His weight pressed down on you, but it felt... right somehow. He lay there for a moment, trying to catch his breath, before slowly rolling off of you.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, feeling guilty about taking your consent so roughly. "I shouldn't have done that."

The air between you seemed to grow heavy with their earlier tension.

Taylor raised an eyebrow at you, the corner of his mouth twitching upward in a small smile. "You're sure?" he asked, his voice laced with skepticism. "Because it felt like you were enjoying it just as much as I was." He shifted uncomfortably beneath the sheets, still unsure how to feel about what had happened between them.

"We should probably get some sleep," he said finally, his voice quiet and gruff. "It's late."

"I'm almost done," he calls out, straightening the bed before moving to grab some of your clothes from the laundry basket. "Just give me a few more minutes." He glances over at you as you emerge from the bathroom, his eyes trailing slowly up and down your damp body.

"You look so good," he whispers, his voice thick with desire. "I can't wait to get my hands on you again."

Taylor chuckles softly as he folds some of your clothes and places them on the bed. "I can't help it," he says with a shrug. "You're just so irresistible." He looks up at you, eyes burning with lust, and takes a step closer. "Come here," he whispers, reaching out to brush his fingers across your wet skin. "Let me feel how hot you really are."