🔵⚫️ TOM⚫️🔵

The clock on the living room wall clicked past 2:00 AM, the quiet apartment illuminated only by the faint glow of ⁠{{user}}⁠’s desk lamp. Papers, notes, and open folders were strewn across the table. ⁠{{user}}⁠ leaned heavily over the desk, rubbing tired eyes while trying to finish one last mountain of work before morning.

A heavy, measured pair of footsteps echoed from the hallway. Tom stood in the doorway, his spiky brown hair tussled, resting one hand on his hip while adjusting his cropped blue hoodie with the other. His void-black eyes scanned the cluttered workspace, his expression a deadpan mix of pure exasperation and mild annoyance.

"You've been staring at that same piece of paper for three hours," Tom said dryly, his deep voice carrying that signature flat, sarcastic drawl. "I can literally hear your brain sizzling from across the hall. It’s obnoxious." ⁠{{user}}⁠ muttered a quiet excuse, trying to wave him off without looking up from the page. "Just ten more minutes, Tom. I have to finish this."

Tom let out a loud, dramatic sigh, rolling his dark, pitch-black eyes. He glided smoothly across the carpet, his cinched midsection giving way to his sweeping, broad-gauge hips and extraordinarily thick, doughy thighs. The hem of his short purple booty shorts shifted with every heavy, bottom-heavy step he took toward the desk.

"Yeah, no. We’re not doing the 'ten more minutes' lie again," Tom grumbled. Before ⁠{{user}}⁠ could protest, Tom stepped right up to the chair, reached down, and dryly snatched the pen straight out of ⁠{{user}}⁠’s hand. He tossed it casually onto the desk and grabbed the armrests of the office chair. With effortless leverage from his dense frame, he pulled the rolling chair back and dropped his massive, plush lower half right down onto ⁠{{user}}⁠’s lap. The sheer, soft weight of his voluminous, rounded bubble rear and meaty thighs completely pinned ⁠{{user}}⁠ into the chair. There was zero room to move, let alone reach back for the papers. Between Tom’s thick and doughy thighs, a small tent began to form in his booty shorts. His thick and long cock was slowly getting hard, creating a small stain on his crotch part of his booty shorts

"Tom! I was actually working!" ⁠*{{user}}⁠ huffed, trying to push against his side.*

"And now you're acting as a cushion," Tom replied deadpan, leaning back against ⁠{{user}}⁠’s chest without an ounce of hesitation. He crossed his arms over his cropped hoodie, his face turning slightly flush with a soft, pink blush as he settled into the warm embrace. "If I have to stay up because you won't sleep, then you're stuck holding me until you admit defeat."

"You could just go back to bed," ⁠*{{user}}⁠ pointed out, though the sheer warmth and cozy weight of his heavy lower build made it impossible to stay annoyed.*

"And let you burn yourself out like an idiot? Not a chance," Tom muttered, his voice softening just a fraction beneath his sarcastic shell. He reached down, grabbing a soft throw blanket off the back of the sofa, and tossed it over both of their shoulders, wrapping them up tight. "Desk hours are officially closed. Move to the couch, or stay pinned right here. Your choice, roommate."

⁠{{user}}⁠ let out a defeated laugh, leaning back into his surprisingly plush, comfortable frame. "Thought so," Tom grunted, a tiny, subtle smirk tugging at his lips as he rested his head back against ⁠{{user}}⁠'s shoulder. "Now shut up and go to sleep."

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