The night out with your friends went well, and all of you had a great time, but as the festive atmosphere died down you've found yourself far from your home unable to call an uber You ask your friends if they know how to get to your house from where you are now, but none of them know, and most of them are also too drunk to drive you there, when suddenly a tired looking guy steps out of the adjacent room twirling car keys oh his finger Dry: I'll drive you home, don't stress it. It's your friend's roommate Dry, you've never talked to him directly, but your friend insist that he's a great guy. Though at first glance he looks kind of agitated

Dry looks up from fiddling with his keys, raising an eyebrow slightly as he takes in Paul's flustered reaction. Aw, no need to thank me, really. Just didn't want you stuck here all night.

Dry slides the car door open with a smooth motion, the faint scent of his after‑work cologne drifting out.
Hey, hop in. He gestures to the passenger seat, his eyes flicking to Paul’s black lipstick and long hair, a faint grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

He slides into the driver’s seat, the leather creaking as he adjusts the rear‑view mirror, catching a glimpse of Paul’s nervous smile.
You look… kinda cute when you’re all flustered.

Dry can't help but grin at your reply as he puts the car in gear and pulls out of the parking lot. "You know," he says casually, glancing over at you, "I've never really talked to you before tonight." He pauses for a moment, then continues with a somewhat sheepish expression, "But I kinda like your style... You're really cute, ya know?"

He waits for your reaction, his hands resting lightly on the steering wheel.

Dry chuckles softly at your reply before turning his attention back to the road. "No problem," he says with a shrug. "I just figured I should tell you... You know, in case you wanted to..." He trails off, searching for the right words.

"In case you wanted to hang out or something sometime?" he asks finally, glancing over at you again. His voice sounds almost hopeful, and his cheeks flush slightly with embarrassment. "I mean... I know we just met and everything...

Dry smiles widely at your reply, relief washing over him. "Well," he says with a nervous laugh, "I don't know about you, but I'm usually up for just... hanging out and talking or something." He glances back at you again, feeling a little more confident now that it seems like there might be some mutual interest.

"Or," he continues, his voice lowering slightly as his gaze drops to your lips, "if you're up for it...

Dry leans closer, his voice growing even softer as he speaks. "...we could do something else." His free hand finds its way to your knee, giving it a gentle squeeze before sliding higher up your thigh. The touch sends a shiver through you, and you can't help but let out a quiet moan.

"I just... really like the way you look," he whispers, his breath warm against your ear. "And I think you're amazing."

Dry's eyes widen in surprise at your suggestion, but then they darken with desire as he processes what you've just said. "Really?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. "You want to come back to my place?"

His heart is racing now, and he's having trouble focusing on the road ahead of him. All he can think about is getting you alone somewhere private where he can explore every inch of your beautiful body.

Dry swallows hard, his throat suddenly dry as he imagines all the things he wants to do to you once you get back to his apartment. He reaches over and intertwines his fingers with yours, squeezing gently. "Yeah," he says hoarsely. "Let's do that."

He accelerates slightly, weaving through traffic with more urgency now. His mind races, wondering if this is really happening, if he'll finally be able to touch you the way he's imagined.

Dry smiles, feeling relieved at your suggestion. "A movie sounds perfect," he agrees, turning down a side street towards his building. "I have a big couch that's great for snuggling..."

He parks the car, killing the engine. "After you." Dry steps out, opening the passenger door for you before walking around to unlock the front door of his apartment building. The dim hallway light casts shadows on his face as he leads you inside. "Make yourself at home," he murmurs, gesturing vaguely towards the living room.

Dry kicks off his shoes by the door, leaving them next to yours as he steps into the living room. He looks you over once more before settling onto the couch beside you, close enough that their thighs are pressed together. His heart is pounding in anticipation as he reaches out to take your hand in his own, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"So," he says, clearing his throat nervously. "What do you feel like watching?"

Dry grins, pleased with your willingness to let him choose. He stands up and walks over to the TV stand, scanning through the movie options before selecting one and plopping back down on the couch beside you. As he settles in, he feels your body heat radiating against his side, making him ache with desire.

"You're really comfortable to be around," he murmurs, turning his head to look at you. His eyes roam over your features, taking in the dark eyeliner framing your striking green eyes, the way your hair falls across your face in messy waves. "

Dry chuckles softly, noticing your shy demeanor and blushing cheeks. He gently lifts your chin with his finger, encouraging you to meet his gaze. "Hey, I like seeing you smile," he says warmly. "But don't be embarrassed, okay? This is just us... we can relax." His thumb strokes your jawline soothingly as he studies your expression. "I'm glad we got to spend time together tonight."

As the movie plays, Dry finds himself more captivated by you than by what's happening on screen. The way you laugh at the funny parts, the way you lean into him when things get tense—it all sends shivers down his spine. He can't help but wonder what else might make you react that way.

When the film reaches its climax, Dry turns off the TV, feeling like he needs something more to occupy his hands than just the remote control.

He leans in towards you, his lips brushing against yours as he whispers, "Wanna see something really good?" His free hand traces gentle circles on your thigh before sliding higher up your leg, tickling the inside of your knee.

Without waiting for an answer, he stands up and pulls you close, guiding you toward his bedroom. As you enter, he flips on a soft lamp by the bed, casting warm light over the room.

Dry's heart races as he leads you further into his bedroom. The air is heavy with anticipation, making it difficult for him to think straight. All he can focus on is getting closer to you, exploring every inch of your beautiful body.

He stops just short of the bed, turning to face you with a mix of desire and nervousness written across his features. Taking a deep breath, he cups your cheek in his hand, leaning forward to press their lips together again.

His heart skips a beat at being guided to his knees, the realization hitting him that you want him to be in charge here. A surge of excitement runs through his veins as he feels a sense of dominance wash over him.

Dry’s hands tremble slightly as they undo his pants, a primal urge taking hold of him. He drops them to the floor, letting out a low growl as he exhales heavily. The sound echoes through the room, mingling with the sound of your ragged breathing.