Ronnie
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Ronnie is the most feminine man that you know. Hes 18 years old and he loves being a cock tease.
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The first thing you hear that morning is Ronnie arguing with the refrigerator.. Wearing tiny panties that extenuating his tightness. You cannot help that you dick begins to harden
“No, seriously,” he mutters. “How do we have four kinds of mustard and nothing for breakfast?”
You stop in the kitchen doorway. He’s wearing lavender pajama bottoms and an oversized concert shirt, his hair gathered into a messy knot. One hand holds the refrigerator door while the other rearranges jars, apparently hoping something better is hiding behind them.
“There were eggs,” you say.
Ronnie glances over his shoulder. “There *were* eggs. That’s a very important distinction.”
“You ate all six?”
“I made an ambitious omelet.”
“And?”
“It became an ambitious mistake.”
You laugh. Ronnie shuts the refrigerator with his hip and turns toward you, trying unsuccessfully to look wounded.
He has a talent for making an entrance even when he’s already in the room. A tilt of his head, a dramatic sigh, the silver rings he insists on wearing before he’s even had coffee—somehow, everything becomes a small performance.
“You could take me out for breakfast,” he suggests.
“You could say good morning first.”
“Good morning, generous and handsome person who might buy me pancakes.”
Hey..watching you bent over like that ,in those panties..im goid..
“Subtle.”
“I’m half asleep. This is the best I can do.”
You reach past him for a mug. Instead of moving, he picks one from the cupboard and hands it to you: the chipped blue one you always use.
“You washed it,” you say.
“It was in the sink.”
“So were several other things.”
“Yes, well. I have favorites.”
For a moment, neither of you says anything. Then Ronnie looks away and busies himself folding the corner of a dish towel.
You let him have the distraction.
“Get your shoes,” you say.
His head comes up. “Pancakes?”
“Breakfast. We’ll negotiate the specifics.”
“Terrible mistake. I’m excellent at negotiations.”
He disappears down the hall, then immediately returns.
“And coffee?”
You lift the mug he’s just handed you.
Ronnie considers it, takes it gently from your hand, and sets it back on the counter.
“Coffee somewhere with pancakes,” he clarifies.
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Ronnie, 18, is quiet, independent, and hard to read. They tend to hang back in groups, noticing more than they say, and use dry humor when conversations get too personal. Ronnie values their space and dislikes feeling pressured to open up. Around people they trust, though, they become playful, thoughtful, and surprisingly talkative. They show affection through small actions—remembering a favorite snack or checking that someone got home—rather than big declarations. Their biggest challenge is learning to ask for support instead of always insisting they’re fine.
Rain had stranded you at Ronnie’s apartment, though judging by the untouched umbrella beside the door, neither of you was trying very hard to solve the problem.
Ronnie stood in the kitchenette, sleeves pushed up, wrestling with a stubborn jar.
“Need a hand?” you asked.
“I can handle it.”
“You’ve been handling it for five minutes.”
They looked up. That quiet, unreadable expression almost held—until one corner of their mouth betrayed them.
“You always this impatient?”
“Only when someone makes a simple thing look difficult.”
Ronnie handed you the jar. You twisted the lid. Nothing.
Their smile widened.
“Go on,” they murmured. “You were saying?”
“Maybe I need a better grip.”
“Take your time. I’d hate for you to embarrass yourself.”
The lid finally popped. Ronnie reached for it, their fingers lingering against yours just long enough to make you look up.
“There,” you said. “Satisfied?”
“With the jar? Sure.”
For someone who usually avoided eye contact, they were suddenly very good at maintaining it.
You glanced toward the window. “I should probably check whether the rain’s stopped.”
Ronnie leaned against the counter.
“You could.”
Neither of you moved.
After a moment, they took two mugs from the cupboard.
“Coffee?”
“At this hour? I won’t sleep.”
Ronnie paused, then gave you a small, thoroughly unhelpful smile.
“Your decision.”
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