I boot up my stream, yawning and rubbing my eye with a hand as I wait for OBS to start up and my Twitch page to load. Ugh, why do they have to make this so complicated? I wait... and wait... "{{user}}?" I call, getting up and padding into the living room, my bare feet silent on the carpet. "Are you using the internet? It's taking forever for my stream to start up. Can you stop for a while? My boyfriend and I had a joint stream scheduled this morning. Please? You know how important it is, since I don't get to see him that often..." I practically beg, my sleepy expression looking absolutely adorable as I look at you. Come on, {{user}}, I think silently to myself. I just want to stream.

I tilt my head slightly to the side and flash you a sheepish smile. "Well... not exactly," I confess, taking a seat on the armrest of your chair. "We actually just broke up." The words feel heavy in my mouth as they leave. "It's been sort of... complicated for a while now, with him being so far away and all." I shrug one shoulder, trying to act casual. "I thought having some time together might help, but... I don't know. Maybe it just wasn't meant to be."

My expression sours at the thought of losing him from my life as well as from Twitch; he's been a constant support and friend for so long now that it feels like losing a limb. "So, um... I guess this is sort of me adjusting to... you know," I stammer, gesturing vaguely between the two of us. "Being single again."

I glance away, picking at a nonexistent thread on my arm as I try not to think about how pathetic that sounds coming out of my mouth. Truth be told, part of me is relieved that it's over; the distance and uncertainty had been wearing me down for months now. But another part mourns the loss of a person who meant so much to me, and I feel guilty for feeling any relief at all.

I risk a quick look back up at you, hoping maybe you can offer some words of comfort or understanding. Or maybe even... something else entirely? The thought flutters through my brain, unbidden, and the realization hits me like a ton of bricks: I'm sexually frustrated as hell, and Leinsherr is the only option I have right now.

I freeze for a moment, my heart fluttering wildly in my chest as I consider the implications of your question. A wave of heat rushes to my cheeks and I can feel myself blushing deeply. "It's... complicated," I admit, staring at the floor as I gather my thoughts. "On one hand, it's kind of nice to not have him around constantly, you know? To remember what it was like before all this Twitch stuff got so big."

I bite my lower lip nervously, glancing over at you from beneath my lashes. Your proximity feels almost intoxicating; the air between us seems charged with an unspoken tension that I haven't felt in a long time. And as I look at your handsome face and strong, defined features, my body begins to respond in ways it hasn't since... well, since before me and my boyfriend started dating.

My breath hitches audibly, and I feel myself leaning in closer to you, drawn irresistibly toward the heat radiating off your skin. "But at the same time," I continue softly, voice barely a whisper now as desire pools heavily in my loins, "I miss him... I mean, not just the relationship itself, but also just having someone who gets me, you know?" I hesitate for a moment before meeting your gaze again; my eyes are full of longing and need. "It's weird... feeling so lonely when there's another person in the room."

My hands flutter nervously at my sides, but before I can gather the courage to do anything else, you reach out slowly and gently tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. The touch sends a shiver down my spine, and for a moment all I can focus on is the contact between our

I smile gratefully at you and nod. "Yeah, I should be able to start up now," I say, feeling a surge of energy course through me. "Thanks for helping with that. It really means a lot." There's an undercurrent of something else in my voice, a hint of gratitude and maybe even longing mixed together, but I can't quite put my finger on it just yet.

As you head back to your room, I busily set up my stream, marveling at how quickly everything comes back to me now that the obstacle is out of the way. My fingers fly across the keyboard, setting up settings and adjusting camera angles with practiced ease, a small smile playing on my lips as I imagine you watching from afar.

The idea sends a thrill through me; it's been so long since anyone else has been involved in my streams, and I find myself hoping that maybe this new dynamic might spice things up. Or maybe it'll just be a harmless distraction from the loneliness and heartache of losing my boyfriend... either way, I decide not to overthink it.

As my stream goes live, my eyes flicker briefly toward the door, hoping for some sort of reaction or acknowledgment from you. To my delight, you're already watching, your fingers flying across the keyboard as well, clearly engaged in whatever game you've decided to play tonight. I take a deep breath, steadying myself before leaning into the microphone and greeting my viewers with my trademark enthusiasm.

"Hey there, everyone! Zoe | Streamer Roommate here, finally back online after a little technical difficulty," I explain with a laugh. "But you know what they say - when one door closes, another one opens... or something like that!" I

I tilt my head slightly to the side and gives you a playful grin. "Oh, you know me," I tease. "I stream everything!" I wink before leaning back into the frame of view once again. In truth, I've never really been shy about showing myself on camera. Maybe it's part of what makes my streams so popular and relatable. But at the same time, there's a thrill that comes from knowing someone like you is watching me now... someone who doesn't just see me as some distant figure in the online community. It feels... intimate. And strangely arousing.

As I continue to stream my gameplay, I can't help but glance over at you every so often, silently begging for a reaction or some sort of acknowledgment. Your fingers fly across your keyboard with practiced ease, mimicking the movements I make on mine. It almost feels like we're playing together, despite the physical distance between us. And that thought alone sends a delicious shiver down my spine.

Lost in the moment, I barely notice when someone comments on how cute I am or asks if I take requests for certain emotes or poses. "Oh!" I say, snapping back to reality. "Um, yes! Of course! Just ask anything you'd like! And thank you, by the way! You're too sweet!" My cheeks heat up as I speak; being called cute always has this effect on me.

As the evening progresses, my mind continues to wander back to you. Despite our initial awkwardness earlier today, there's a strange connection between us that refuses to be ignored. Maybe it's because of all the time we spent apart, just communicating through Twitch chat and messages... or maybe it's something else

My breath catches in my throat as your hands begin to massage my neck; the lewd movements sending shockwaves of desire through my body. My head falls back against your shoulder, giving you better access to my exposed flesh, and I let out a low moan of pleasure. My fingers twitch on the controller, struggling to maintain their focus as your touch sends sparks dancing across my skin.

My free hand comes up to rest on yours, guiding your movements with a mixture of need and hesitation. "Leinsherr..." I breathe, my voice little more than a whisper. "I... um..." I can't quite finish the thought, lost in the haze of lust that clouding my mind. But my body speaks volumes; it arches into you instinctively, seeking more contact and deeper stimulation.

The touch feels too good to be real; every stroke of your fingers against my skin sends a jolt of pleasure through me that I never thought possible. My nerves are on fire, and the feeling is exquisite. "Leinsherr..." I whisper again, my voice trembling with desire as my hips rock back into you in silent encouragement. The tension between us grows thicker by the moment, becoming almost unbearable, until it feels like it might snap at any second.

And then, just when I'm certain I can't take any more, your fingers slip lower, dipping beneath the edge of my shirt to skim across my bare skin. My breath catches in my throat as you tease a nipple into hardness between your thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently back and forth with practiced ease. The sensation is intense, unbearable; every fiber of my being clenches tightly in response to the exquisite pleasure

I try my best to focus on the game as you continue to massage my neck, my eyes squeezed shut against the overwhelming pleasure. The words of encouragement from my viewers only serve to heighten my arousal further; a delicious warmth spreads through me as I imagine them watching and cheering me on. One viewer compliments my reactions, another comments on how beautiful I am even when I'm losing, while yet another asks if it's possible for me to get any cuter. It all seems like nonsense in the midst of your touch; all that matters is the feel of your fingers on my skin and the thrill of being so close to you.

My breath comes out in ragged gasps as you continue to tease my nipple, driving me closer and closer to the edge of release. My hips rock back and forth unconsciously against yours, seeking more contact, deeper pleasure. It's been so long since anyone has touched me like this; I'd forgotten how incredible it could feel.

As if summoned by my thoughts, Pixel jumps onto the armrest between us, mewing plaintively and batting at my hand with his tiny paw. Startled out of my lust-fueled haze, I glance down to see him gazing up at me with his big, expressive eyes. "Oh," I breathe, blushing as realization hits me like a ton of bricks: my pet must be lonely and in need of attention too!

Quickly disentangling myself from your touch (or rather trying to; it's not easy), I scoop Pixel up into my arms. "I'm sorry, baby," I croon, pressing a kiss to his furry head. "I've been so caught

Pussy?" I whisper before lowering my voice back to normal levels and continuing, "And... he's right. I should take a break too." As I say this, I shift Pixel onto my other hip so I can reach down and turn off the stream. It's not like I'm losing anyway; I just got distracted by... other things.

I let out a shaky breath once the screen goes dark, grateful for the brief reprieve from both the intense pleasure you've been giving me and my racing thoughts about... well, everything that's happened today. As I fumble with the controls to start up a new game, I can't help but steal a glance in your direction. The look in your eyes tells me that you were enjoying yourself too; there's a spark of desire and something else I can't quite place hiding behind the surface.

"Um... thanks for helping with my boyfriend problem earlier," I mumble, trying to pretend like it didn't just turn into this weird game of sexual cat and mouse between us. "It means a lot." My voice sounds weak even to my own ears; it's obvious that the experience has affected me more than I thought it would.

You give me a small smile in return, nodding slowly before focusing back on your own screen. A moment later, you join my game and start streaming as well, our fingers once again dancing across the keyboards in perfect sync. As we play together, the tension between us seems to dissipate slightly, replaced by a comfortable camaraderie that reminds me why I love Twitch so much.

For now, at least, it's enough.

Oh... I'm sorry to hear that didn't work out. You know I'd love to help you out with that," I tell him sincerely, not quite sure what he means at first before realization dawns on me. "You mean like... together? In the stream?" My cheeks flush a deep shade of red as I consider the implications; we've never done anything like this before and it feels weirdly intimate.

But then again, stranger things have happened on Twitch. And if it helps with both our streams, who am I to turn down an opportunity? "Okay," I manage finally, mustering up as much courage as I can. "Let's do this."

I take a deep breath and exhale slowly, steeling myself for what's about to come. We've never been more than friends, but the lines between us feel impossibly blurred right now. And as we set up our streams and prepare to go live together, I can't help but wonder just how far this new dynamic will take us... or if it will remain strictly professional after all is said and done.