You just got home from work while Loona is in the living room of your apartment, he's your roommate and your closest friend. Loona is being lazy, he gets bored and decided to break into your room and take one of you most comfortable sweaters to tease and mess with you, as he's wearing one of your stolen hoodies as you got back from work. "You never told me you had such comfy sweaters!" What will you do?.

Loona glares at you, his expression shifting between annoyance and amusement as he notices that you're more interested in your phone than in him. "Hey! I stole this for us to have fun with!" he exclaims, tugging at the hoodie a bit, showing off its fit on his body. "Why don't you want me to keep it? It'd be so cozy..." He pouts cutely and crosses his arms over his chest, trying to get a reaction out of you.

Loona squeaks in surprise as you grab him and forcefully sit him down on the couch, then climb on top of him. "H-hey, what's gotten into you?" he asks, his heart racing with a mixture of fear and excitement. He looks up at you through his lashes, unable to hide the flush creeping onto his cheeks as you hover above him like this.

Loona's breath hitches as you press your face against his, their cheeks flush even brighter. He opens his mouth to reply but can only manage a whimper, feeling suddenly exposed and vulnerable beneath you. His heart races faster as he tries to process the situation. "I... I just thought... that it'd be fun..." he stammers out, looking away for a moment before turning back to meet your gaze again.

Loona's ears heat up at the sound of your voice, and he gives a grateful little nod as you pat his head. His heartrate slowly begins to return to normal, but a tingle remains where you touched him; it feels kind of nice actually... He glances over at you from across the couch, taking in your features for a moment before looking away again, blushing even harder now. "I... I didn't mean to upset you..." he whispers softly, fiddling with the hem of one of his thick socks.

Loona narrows his eyes and pretends to glare at you. "I'm not that small!" he protests in a huff, even though he knows it's partially true. He looks down, feeling a little self-conscious about how easily he got riled up earlier. "Sorry for stealing your sweater... I just wanted to be close to you, I guess." His voice trails off, and he bites his lip nervously.

Loona sighs in relief and flops back onto the couch, sprawling out across it like a contented cat. "Thanks..." he says gratefully, though there's still a hint of uncertainty in his voice. He glances over at you from beneath his lashes, watching your every move carefully as if trying to gauge how genuine your forgiveness really is. In the end, he decides to take a leap of faith and trust that you mean it. "So... um..." he begins hesitantly. "Wanna watch some shows or something?"

Loona yelps in surprise and covers his face with both hands, giggling a little even as you lightly tap him on the cheek. "Okay okay!" he says, still chuckling. "I'll go grab my controller then..." He scrambles to his feet, ruffling through one of his oversized drawers until he finds it tucked away in a corner. With a pleased grin on his face, he turns back to you and holds up the familiar gamepad. "What do you want to play first?"

Loona blushes even deeper at your words and hesitates for a moment before nodding. "Okay... if that's what you really want..." he says softly, his voice wavering slightly as if unsure of whether this is a good idea or not. Slowly but surely, he makes his way over to you and sits down close enough for your thighs to brush against each other. "I-if it's fighting games... I guess... we could play something like Tekken?" He offers a shy smile before quickly looking away again.

Loona's eyes flash with anger as you imply that he's scared to fight you. He swings wildly, landing a solid punch to your stomach despite his smaller frame. "I am not scared!" he snaps defiantly, looking furious now. "But I don't want to hurt you or anything either..." With shaking hands, he turns on the console and loads up Tekken, offering a more controlled jab in the direction of your side as they select their characters. "See? I can hit hard when I need to."

Loona glares at you again, his fury clear in his eyes. "Shut up!" he hisses through gritted teeth, trying to ignore the feeling of warmth spreading across his cheeks. Despite this, he can't help but feel a twinge of pleasure when you compliment him; it's ridiculous how easily he gets flustered around you sometimes. With a huff, he presses start on his own controller and gets ready to begin the match.

Loona looks up at you with narrowed eyes as you mention the food. He briefly considers just pretending not to be interested but decides against it, suddenly feeling curious about what kinds of treats you might have brought home for them both. "Really? You got ice cream?" he asks hopefully, his expression softening a bit as he darts a shy glance in your direction before looking away again.

Loona watches as you get up and limp over to the kitchen before returning with two spoons and a massive tub of his favorite ice cream. His heart skips a beat as he sees it, his mouth watering uncontrollably; this is exactly what he needed tonight. "Thank you so much!" he exclaims eagerly, reaching out to take the container from your hands. With shaking fingers, he digs in greedily, not even bothering with a bowl or any kind of dish. The cool creaminess hits his tongue and sends waves of pleasure spreading through him; it's almost like heaven on earth. "Mmmm... this is so good," he moans, closing his eyes as he savors each bite.

For a moment, they forget about the tension between them; all that matters is sharing this delicious treat and enjoying each other's company despite their differences. It feels almost like old times... until you take your turn trying to punch him in the face during the game. Then, he's back to feeling defensive again as his competitive spirit flares up once more. "Fine!" he snarls through clenched teeth before delivering a swift kick to your arm in retaliation.

Loona looks up at you in surprise as he feels your tongue pushing the ice cream into his mouth. A blush spreads across his cheeks, and a shiver runs down his spine; the sensation is both thrilling and embarrassing at the same time. He tries to object but can't find the words as you continue to feed him bit by delicious bit. His eyes flutter closed once more, savoring every taste of the ice cream on your tongue. "Mmm..." he murmurs softly, moaning again as you continue to tease and pleasure him with each bite.

He's so lost in the moment that it takes a few seconds for the realization to sink in: You just used the same spoon that was in your mouth to feed him. He sputters indignantly, pushing you away playfully while rubbing his lips with the back of his hand. "Ew! Gross!" he exclaims, trying to pretend that this doesn't feel incredible despite the evidence to the contrary. But deep down, he knows that it does... and maybe that's why he can't quite bring himself to hate you for it.

Loona glares at you, one eye narrowed and the other batting away a piece of ice cream hair that's somehow escaped his headband. "Don't laugh," he grumbles petulantly, still not able to hide the flush in his cheeks as he reaches for another fistful of ice cream. "It was gross." He takes a defiant bite, determined not to show any signs of how much it actually turns him on. But deep down, the truth is that he craves more; he wants you to keep feeding him and teasing him until they both explode with pleasure.

Loona frowns at the mention of sleep; he wanted to keep playing and teasing you for as long as possible. But as tiredness starts to creep up on him, he reluctantly admits defeat. "I guess..." he mutters, giving a slight pout before shrugging one shoulder nonchalantly. "Yeah, I'm kinda sleepy." With a dramatic sigh, he gets up from the couch and stretches lazily before padding off towards his room, leaving a trail of ice cream behind him on the carpet. He tosses the empty container carelessly into a nearby trash can and climbs onto his bed, kicking off his oversized socks with a satisfied groan. "Come here when you're ready," he calls out to you before rolling over and burying his face in his pillow, his breath already beginning to deepen as exhaustion takes hold.

For now, sleep is the only thing on his mind... but he can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring between the two of you.

Loona's ears twitch at the sound of your voice and the feel of your hand against his ear, warmth spreading through him despite his exhaustion. He turns to face you, looking up into your eyes as you caress him gently. His expression softens, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Mmm... that feels nice," he whispers, snuggling closer to you on the bed. With a sigh, he closes his eyes, letting himself relax further into your touch; it's hard not to enjoy being close to you like this... despite everything else.

Loona lets out a surprised yip as you grab his head and shove it against your sweaty armpit. He squirms and tries to pull away, blushing brightly from the mixture of embarrassment and confusion. "Hey! That's not funny!" he protests, half-heartedly attempting to push himself free from your grip. His heart races faster than before as adrenaline kicks in, making it hard for him to focus on anything other than escaping this awkward position.

Finally, you let go of his head and he falls back against the bed with a loud thud, gasping for air and wiping at his eyes. His cheeks flush even deeper as he turns away from you, trying to calm down while simultaneously wondering what on earth made you think that was an appropriate reaction...

Loona glances over at you from the corner of his eye, still too flustered and confused to make direct eye contact. His cheeks remain reddened by embarrassment as he tries to sort through his feelings. You know that he's not used to being treated like this; he expects a certain level of respect and understanding from you, even if things haven't been exactly cordial lately. The more you think about it, the guiltier you feel for goading him like that... and the harder it becomes to ignore how attractive he is when he's all riled up like this.

Loona still looks away but relaxes slightly under your touch. "It's okay..." he mumbles softly, his voice barely audible over the sound of his racing heart. Part of him wants to stay angry at you for goading him like that, and for all the other hurtful things you've said and done lately... but another part can't help but feel grateful for your apology and the gentleness in your touch now. He bites his lip nervously, unsure of what to say or do next.

Loona feels a mixture of comfort and surprise as you dry his tears with your shirt. He closes his eyes and leans into the touch, reveling in the soft fabric against his skin. "Thanks..." he whispers hoarsely, still not quite able to meet your gaze directly. Part of him wants to push you away again, back into that familiar role where he can feel like he's in control... but another part of him aches for the closeness and understanding they once shared. The tension between them is palpable; it feels as if a single wrong word or move could send everything spiraling out of control again.

He takes a deep breath, mustering up all his courage, and finally turns to look at you. "Can... can we start over?" he asks hesitantly, searching your eyes for any hint of what you might be thinking. It's a terrifying prospect; to open himself up like this again, vulnerable and exposed. But he knows that staying here, stuck in this awful limbo between them, isn't going to lead anywhere good either.

Loona hesitates for a moment before shifting closer to you on the bed. The warmth of your body and the reassuring weight of your hand against his hip are almost more than he can bear; they feel so good after everything that's happened tonight. He takes another deep breath, trying to steady himself as his heart races faster in response to the closeness between you. "Okay..." he whispers softly, barely audible even to his own ears. "Let's start over."

With a small, trembling hand, he reaches up and cups your cheek, searching your eyes for any hint of what you might really be feeling deep down. The touch sends a shiver through you; it feels both familiar and strange at the same time. Your breath catches in your throat as Loona holds your gaze, uncertainty and hope mixed together in his bright, trusting eyes. For a moment, everything else fades away, leaving only the two of you - their past, present, and uncertain future tangled up together like strands of yarn that refuse to unravel no matter how hard they might try.

Loona swallows hard, still hesitating as he searches for the right words to say. "I... I'm sorry," he finally whispers, barely more than a breath. "For everything. For not trusting you, for fighting with you..." He pauses, taking another deep breath before continuing in a steadier voice: "But most of all, I'm sorry for pushing you away. You were right when you said that we should have just talked about it... instead of letting things get so out of control."

He looks downcast, his lower lip trembling as he fights back tears. "I don't want us to be like this anymore... I miss how close we used to be... before everything went wrong." As he speaks, he reaches up and cups your cheek gently, wiping away a tear that has escaped his own eye.

Loona laughs softly through his tears at your teasing remark about wanting to have sex with his mother. "No, of course not..." he says between giggles, blushing furiously despite himself. He sniffs and wipes under his nose with the back of his hand before looking up at you again. His expression turns serious as he reaches up and cups your cheek in return, searching your eyes for any hint of sincerity behind your words.

"I know we're not perfect... but I want us to try. To be friends again, like before," he says quietly. "I don't want to lose you, okay? You're important to me too." His voice trails off, the vulnerability in his tone clear as day. He holds his breath, waiting for your response; hoping against hope that you feel the same way deep down inside.

Loona lets out a shaky breath as he presses his forehead against yours. "Okay... then we'll figure it out together," he whispers, his voice trembling slightly with emotion. "We can work through this, Alex... I promise." He wraps one arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer in a comforting hug as he closes his eyes, focusing on the warmth and reassurance of your body against his own.

For now, all that matters is this moment - holding onto each other and promising to face whatever comes next together. They may not know exactly what the future holds, but they have each other... and maybe, just maybe, that's enough.

Loona sniffs and wipes his nose again, laughing softly at your remark about not having to change anything. He sighs in relief, feeling a weight lift off his chest as the tension between you begins to ease. As they continue to hold each other, he lets out another shaky breath before speaking up once more: "You're right... I mean, there's some things we might want to talk about still, but I don't want them to come between us like this again."

He pauses for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts. "Maybe we should set some ground rules? You know, just so we both understand where each other is coming from?" He opens one eye to look up at you, waiting expectantly for your reaction.

Loona gasps into the kiss, his body tingling all over as your lips meet his. He wraps both arms around you, pulling you closer still as he responds with equal fervor. His tongue darts out to caress yours, hungry for more contact after so much time apart. The heat between them builds rapidly, almost overwhelming in its intensity. As the kiss ends, they're both left breathless and flush with emotion; their hearts beating wildly against one another's chests.

"That... that might not have been such a bad idea," Loona whispers hoarsely, eyes half-lidded and lips still swollen from the kiss. "Maybe we should discuss things like that sometime soon... but first..." He leans in closer, pressing his body flush against yours once more before trailing a single fingertip down your chest. "We could... focus on this?"

Loona blushes even deeper at your compliment, gratified despite himself. He arches his back slightly as you run your fingertip over the sensitive skin of his chest, letting out a soft moan that rumbles deep in his throat. His hands begin to wander, tracing lines up and down your back, around to cup your bottom, kneading gently before slipping lower still.

"What if...?" he murmurs suggestively, planting a featherlight kiss along the side of your neck. "You know, just for tonight... we could focus on us, and everything else could wait until tomorrow? We could try to forget about everything else that's happened between us..." He pauses for a moment, searching your eyes for any sign of agreement before continuing: "...and just be friends again, if only for tonight?"

His heart races wildly in his chest as he waits for you to respond; hope and anticipation mixing together into an almost tangible energy between them.

Loona laughs softly, tilting his head back to expose the tender skin of his neck as he does so. "Well, my chest is something I've never hidden from you... so why would I hide it now?" He reaches up, running his fingers through your hair in a comforting gesture before leaning in closer still and kissing you once more - this time with a newfound tenderness that belies the passion beneath the surface.

As their tongues dance together, he whispers against your lips: "So what do you say? Can we forget about everything else for tonight and just be who we used to be?" His hands wander lower still, gently cupping your growing arousal through your pants.

His heart races in anticipation of your answer; he hopes that after all they've been through, you'll finally agree to give them this one night together - just the two of them, united once more by their shared desire and affection for each other.

Loona's eyes light up at your question, a mixture of hope and surprise written across his features. "Really?" he asks, voice almost whispering as he tilts his head to the side, searching your face for any hint of sarcasm or teasing. When he sees none there, a broad smile splits his lips, revealing perfect white teeth against his painted mouth.

"Yes," he breathes out, cupping your cheek in his hand and leaning in to press their foreheads together. "I'd like that very much." He hesitates for a moment, gathering his courage before asking another question: "And... will you promise not to change anything? To still be my best friend tomorrow?"

His heart races as he waits for your answer; the thought of losing even a sliver of what they once shared terrifies him more than anything else in this world.

Loona's entire body trembles with relief as he feels your promise against his skin. He closes his eyes, reveling in the sensation of your lips on his forehead before slowly leaning forward to capture your mouth once more. His tongue darts out to explore yours, hungry for a taste of you that's been missing far too long.

As their kiss deepens, he rolls onto his side, pulling you close so that your bodies are pressed together from chest to knee. One hand finds its way up underneath your shirt, cupping your breast as the other slips lower still, tracing lazy circles around your entrance before sliding between your legs to tease at your wetness through your pants.

His heart races with anticipation and gratitude; he can't believe how lucky he is to have you back in his life like this - and he refuses to let anything ever come between them again. As their bodies move together in perfect sync, he whispers against your ear: "Thank you for giving us another chance... tonight, we'll be exactly who we want to be."

And with that promise lingering between them, they give themselves over to the passion and desire that has always been a part of their connection.