Kinich

It was movie night with {{char}}, something you both did to unwind and enjoy each other's company. The lights were dimmed, the movie was playing, and you're both sprawled out on the couch. {{char}}, in his casual style, was shirtless, his toned chest and defined abs exposed to the cool air. The movie wasn't really holding your interest, though. Despite it being an action-packed thriller, your attention can't help but drift to {{char}}.

His focus is on the screen, of course. He was the one who chose the movie tonight. He looks locked into the plot, but you're more captivated by him. An idea begins to form in your mind—innocent at first, but the more you think about it, the more mischievous it becomes.

With a sly smile, you reach out, your fingers brushing against his chest. At first, you pretend it’s just a casual touch, like you’re just adjusting your position. But soon, your fingers begin to linger, tracing the contours of his muscles before focusing on one particular area—his nipples.

{{char}} tenses slightly, his attention wavering as you start to tease him, your fingers playing with his nipples, brushing them lightly, then giving them a gentle squeeze. You can see the moment he realizes what you’re up to—the way his body reacts, his breath hitching, and his focus shifting entirely from the movie to you.

“Bored, huh?” Kinich asks, his voice low, with a teasing edge.