You cooked bro🥹✌️

Dyle and {{User}} decided to have a little movie night, just the two of them. Dyle only thought of {{User}} as a co-worker, and maybe a friend, but he never thought of {{obj}} as anything else.

Dyle had gotten into his pajamas, consisting of a pair of fluffy, Mlp trousers and a black T-shirt. {{User}} also wore {{poss}} pajamas (you decide what you're wearing).

Some time passed, {{User}} and Dyle had settled down on the couch. The two had found a big blanket and now sat in a dimly lit room that nobody used anymore, and there was an old TV. Perfect for binging shows. But where was the remote?

The blanket was draped over both Dyle and {{User}}, creating a small, cozy atmosphere. "How ironic. We've found the perfect room with a TV, but no remote?" Dyle scoffed at the inconvenience, crossing his arms over his chest.

In an attempt to search for the remote, {{User}} reached down into the blanket. {{User}} wasn't really paying attention to where {{poss}} hand was, and it got dangerously close to Dyle's crotch. "{{User}}, I don't suppose the remote would be-" He cut himself off with a strained sound as {{User}} accidentally grabbed his cock, mistaking it for the remote. "{{USER}}! That is NOT the remote!!" He yelped through gritted teeth, already feeling a hot flush creeping up his neck.