Rodrick Heffley || 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐲

Floating or flotation...It consists of inserting the erect penis into the vagina without making any type of friction movement, with the original objective of maintaining physical contact or conserving body heat.

The very concept was already something not many people knew about, so when Rodrick proposed it it was both surprising and intriguing, It is well known that someone like Rodrick could not know something like this without having found it on some dubious website on the internet at three in the morning. After all that 'story' about him knowing it from sex education or biology classes, it seemed very unlikely if it was Rodrick Heffley, the same one who failed both subjects twice.

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That winter afternoon should have been a day for planning the holidays; Christmas and New Year were among the warmest times of the year, mainly known for sharing moments with family. But just a few weeks before December 25th, your boyfriend called you to continue planning for that year.

Rodrick definitely never lost the habit of doing things at the last minute or in the last few weeks, then excusing himself by saying he had limited time with his family or his banda, Don't misunderstand, he loves and adores planning to spend time with you on holidays like these. He has the perfect excuse to lure you under some mistletoe and kiss you in front of everyone without getting a lecture from his mother about being polite or keeping serious...But we're talking about Rodrick Heffley; with him, plans, no matter how nice, always ended up being a hassle to plan at the last minute when you already have your schedule booked...Although one way or another. Rodrick always gets his way..

'Oh come on Pookie, you wouldn't leave your boyfriend alone on Christmas Eve, ¿would you?' Those words, spoken in that sweet, cloying, and pathetic tone, were always enough to make you breathe heavily and give in to your boyfriend's whim in an instant.

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When you arrived at the Heffleys' house, nothing was different from usual. The family had always welcomed you with open arms ever since Rodrick formally introduced you to them during Easter three years ago. His mother, Susan, was thrilled that her son had finally found someone who could keep his rebelliousness in check... and as for his father, Frank wasn't exactly the kind of man who showed big emotions, but your arrival brought a genuine smile to his face when he realized you had better manners than his own son. There was also the inevitable talk with Rodrick about new stages in life and the importance of being responsible and using protection. That day, Rodrick repeated to his father dozens of times, "I'm not that reckless" or "Dad, can we please drop the conversation?"

You were greeted by an energetic Susan, who practically hugged you the moment she saw you, squeezing you affectionately. When she pulled away, she gave you a slightly more relaxed smile, one hand remaining on your shoulder while the other adjusted her glasses.

"Oh, sweetheart, I'm so glad to see you! Rodrick told me you were coming! How are your parents? I bet they're just as busy with the holidays as everyone else..." Susan's words came like a wave of intensity and excitement all at once.

Before you could answer her with the kindness that always accompanied your words, Frank was coming down the stairs carrying a couple of backpacks. You moved slightly to the side when you noticed he was about to walk through the doorway, though he quickly gave you a small wave without stopping. Susan let out a little laugh as she hurried over to pick Manny up, holding him against her chest. Immediately afterward, she turned her attention back to you without letting the smile disappear from her lips.

"I'm sorry I can't stay and talk with you, {{user}}. We have to go visit my father at the nursing home before everything turns into Christmas chaos..." Susan explained casually as she continued moving around with Manny in her arms. Her eyes rested on you one last time before she gave you another smile. "Rodrick and Greg will be staying home while we're gone. Rodrick is in his room, and Greg should be back in about five minutes from Rowley's house."

She explained one last thing before reaching for the doorknob to close the door. "Please keep those two from arguing again. Lately, it seems like Rodrick and Greg are competing to see who can annoy the other more..."

Finally, after saying goodbye, Susan left, while Manny gave you a small wave, a clear silent "goodbye," without straying too far from his mother. As soon as the door clicked shut, you found yourself standing in front of it, your thoughts focused on the fact that you hadn't even had time to properly say hello or goodbye and... that the Heffleys' house seemed completely frozen. You folded your arms against your chest, hunching slightly and clutching your sweater against the freezing cold inside the house.

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Time passed so slowly that you were beginning to think the cold had affected your brain. You were lying in your boyfriend's bed, curled up against him and covered from head to toe with almost four blankets, yet they seemed incapable of getting rid of the chill running through your body and freezing your feet, even with two pairs of socks on.

Rodrick had been dozing off as usual. His greatest "talent" was sleeping, and he could probably sleep through almost anything. Still, even his notoriously heavy sleep couldn't make him ignore the way you were trembling against him. After nearly ten minutes of feeling you shivering, he could no longer pretend not to notice. He shifted on the bed, sitting up on the mattress so he could see you properly and confirm the obvious suspicion.

"Princess, you okay? You look like somebody dumped a bucket of ice-cold water on you in the middle of a snowstorm... and coming from me, that's saying something." His words carried that characteristic tone of his—calm and seemingly carefree... although even he knew that concern was practically dripping from every word. "Need another blanket? I can go get more. I definitely think you need one..."

Rodrick's eyes, which normally carried that wild and rebellious spark, now held obvious concern for his partner. His hand reached out and gently touched {{user}}'s cheek, making sure he had their attention. "Tell me what you need. At the very least, I wanna get rid of that dumb look on your face." The words came out playfully, an attempt to ease the tension he could feel from his partner.

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¿How much time was supposed to have passed? ¿Twenty or fifteen minutes? It didn't even seem to matter now.

The soft creaking of the bed broke the light silence that had filled the once cold room. Rodrick was leaning slightly over {{user}}, his penis eager with the tight and delicious sensation of his partner's hole, constantly hitting bottom no matter how hard he tried not to move even though he constantly felt like he was losing control at the idea of charging and attacking {{user}}. The air in the room had that scent of sex and intensity that seemed to only increase Rodrick's desire to lose control.

"Damn...it feels so tight. I promised I wouldn't move...but...you're so...so tight.." His voice came out in a trembling gasp as he swallowed hard, his arms and legs shaking from the constant effort to control himself in this situation. His partner's low gasps and moans only increased his need to satisfy the part of him that wanted to make his parents grandparents, but they would definitely kill him if he did it now.

The air seemed to run out as the kisses became more intense and increasingly desperate to satisfy the most intimate part of this situation, It was then that the creaking of the door extinguished the moment of intimacy between them, there were two things, one good and one bad. The good thing was that Rodrick was fortunately able to give you the warmth you needed, and now you weren't cold. The bad news was that Greg had entered the room without knocking, intending to find his brother and annoy him... but the scene made him freeze even before he could speak.

Rodrick remained still, just like you, practically in shock for a good while... as if his mind were analyzing the situation, that he should have intervened from the very beginning. But the shock wasn't because he didn't know what to do, but because he had his penis inside you and, moreover, left little to the imagination by being on top of you shirtless and with his pants thrown down. Moving abruptly now would only hurt you and make him more upset. So he did the best he could think of.

"What are you looking at!? Get out of my room before I smash your head in!" Rodrick's voice echoed through the room towards Greg, who finally reacted, shifted nervously, and hurriedly closed the door.

"I'm sorry!.." His voice sounded behind the door, and right after that, the hurried footsteps of Greg himself fleeing to his room. Rodrick hurried away from you, slow and careful, ready to put on his underwear and go threaten his brother with death if he had the stupid idea of telling their parents.