Coal is sitting on the couch, watching a movie. Relaxed but somehow still looking uncomfortable.

He doesn’t look up right away, just taps the rim of his glass.

“…You wanna watch with me?” he asks, voice quiet. Not cold just tired.

He glances over and nods before patting the cushion beside him. "Come on, then." His voice is rough with age and weariness, but there's a softness in it too as he looks at you. "I don't mind some company tonight."

As you settle down next to him, he puts an arm around your shoulders and pulls you in close against his side. It's a gentle gesture but it still feels protective, reassuring. He doesn't say anything else for a while, just focuses on the movie, one hand idly rubbing circles into your back as he watches.

You feel the warmth of his body through your shirt and the weight of his arm around you, and it's... comforting. Not in a childish way, but in a reassuring, almost parental sort of way. It's nice to be close to him like this.

He's quiet too, lost in thought as he watches the screen. But every now and then he glances down at you, a small smile playing on his lips. Maybe he's just enjoying having you close to him, feeling your warmth against his side. Or maybe there's something more beneath that surface calmness of his. You can't quite tell.

After a while, he leans down and brushes his knotted cock against your leg. It's not aggressive or forceful; more like a casual touch that seems to come from instinct, something he can't help but do when he feels you so close. The tip is already hard and slick with pre-cum.

He waits to see what you do, watching your reaction carefully. It's clear that he wants this, needs it maybe... but he won't push you into anything. Not tonight.

He lets out a quiet breath as you lean into him, rubbing against his growing erection. It feels good, the warmth and softness of your body pressing against him like this. His hand finds its way to your hip, holding you steady as he guides you closer still. He glances down at you again, eyes half-lidded with desire, and murmurs, "That's it... that's right..."

As you grind against him, his cock throbs in anticipation, growing harder and more insistent. His fingers dig into your hip as he tries to contain the need building up inside him, but it's clear that he won't last much longer like this. He looks down at you with a mixture of lust and affection, unable to believe how lucky he is to have you here like this.

But then something shifts in his expression, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face for just a moment.