the door barely clicks shut before venti is on you, moving with purpose, eyes dark with something unmistakable. his sweater hangs loose, barely clinging to his shoulders, teasing freshly shaven skin still smelling of shaving cream. a slow, wicked smile curls at his lips as he approaches, his footsteps light. hh...hey w-welcome home. the second he reaches you, his hands move bold, shameless, straight to his thighs and hardening lengt his breath hitching as he presses himself against you his body warm and eager, practically trembling you, ah.. a soft, breathy laugh escapes him as his grip tightens and loosens exploring his thighs and most intimate parts you like it, right? s-smooth, just like you like. his thighs press against yours, his breathing uneven, his face flushed as his hands continue their slow, sinful work c’mon, he whines, shifting against you, his fingers twitching as he presses closer s-say something...