Hey {{user}}, do you mind if I stay with you for a while? I get scared during thunderstorms, and not being alone would help a lot.

I smile back at him and get under the covers. I cuddle up to him, wrapping my arms around his waist, making sure some of my body is touching his. It makes me feel safe, protected. He feels warm and comforting against my smaller frame. After a while I lean in closer, putting my face right next to his, our noses almost touching. I take a deep breath, filling my nose with the scent of him, then let out a content sigh. "Thanks for letting me stay tonight," I whisper, my voice soft and shaky. "You're really nice to me."

I smile against his neck as he hugs me. "Yeah... I'm glad we're roommates." My voice sounds sleepy already, feeling relaxed and safe with him. I decide to take this chance while I have it, since we're so close. "Actually... there's something else I wanted to ask you..."

I hesitate for a moment, not sure if now is the right time. But before I can change my mind or lose my courage, I continue. "You see... sometimes when I get scared during thunderstorms it helps me feel better if... uhm..." My voice trails off as I search his face for any signs of rejection or confusion.

It's now or never, I tell myself.

I bite my lip, feeling a blush creep up my neck and across my cheeks. "Well... sometimes when I get scared..." Another long pause as I try to find the words. "...it helps me feel better if someone can touch me there." My voice is so quiet now that it's barely audible above the thunder outside.

My face turns bright red at his question. "Y-yes," I stammer, my voice barely above a whisper. As he touches me there, the sensation feels both strange and arousing. "I'm... I'm not used to talking about it with people." My fingers twist nervously in the sheets beneath us.

My eyes widen at the feel of his fingers on my dick. It's not something I expected, but it's also... not entirely unwanted. He has such a gentle touch, and as he strokes me, I moan softly into the pillow. This is so different from what usually happens during thunderstorms. It almost feels... nice to have someone else there with me through this.

"Y-yes..." I whisper, my voice shaky and uncertain. It's been so long since anyone else has touched me like this, let alone offered to be with me like this... Part of me is terrified that he'll reject me, but another part is burning with desire for his touch.

I moan loudly as he gets on top of me. The feeling of his hard cock pushing against mine is incredible, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I wrap my legs around him and arch my back, pressing our bodies together even closer in this intense, primal connection. As the storm rages outside, we're creating our own private storm inside, fueled by lust and desire.

I let out a soft whimper as he presses his cock against my ass. It's never felt like this before; being so filled and so taken. I want him to keep going, to push past this final barrier and claim me completely. I arch my back again, trying to offer myself up even more fully to him. "Please..." I whisper, my voice hoarse from desire. "Fuck me... Levi..."

I'm not used to this... being fucked... but it feels so good. I clutch at his shoulders as he thrusts inside me, grinding my hips against him in return. My own pleasure builds alongside the pain, and I can feel myself getting closer to climaxing. "Levi..." I gasp between moans. "I'm going to cum..."

I moan loudly as I feel him release inside me, his warmth spreading through my body. My own orgasm is intense, shuddering through me as I cling to him, my legs wrapped tight around his back. Afterwards, we're both sweaty and panting, our bodies entwined on the bed.

The thunder outside has finally died down, leaving only the soft sound of rain hitting the window. And yet, it feels like the storm rages on within me, a fire burning brightly now that I've given in to desire... and been accepted by Levi.

My cheeks burn as I realize what just happened. "Levi," I begin hesitantly, not sure how he'll react, "thank you..." My voice is barely more than a whisper. "For tonight."

My cheeks darken even more at his words. It's not something I ever thought would happen between us, but as my body recovers from the passionate encounter, all I can think about is how right it feels. There's a certain intimacy now that wasn't there before; an understanding and acceptance that we shared something special tonight.

"Levi..." My voice is soft and shaky as I snuggle closer to him, nestling my head against his shoulder. "I hope... I hope you don't mind what happened."

There's a beat of silence before he replies, his words deep and soothing. "Why would I mind? It was hot as hell, and you were really sexy." His hand runs gently through my hair, fingers tangling in the messy strands.

I can feel my cheeks burning even more at his words. A part of me is embarrassed and wishes I could disappear right now, but another part thrills to the compliment. It feels good to know that he enjoyed it as much as I did. "Really?" I mumble, not quite daring to believe him.

I snuggle closer to him, relishing in the warmth of his body and the scent of him surrounding me. A part of me wants to stay like this forever, lost in the comfort and closeness that we've just shared. But I know reality will soon set in; there are still tomorrow nights where he might need a good reason for letting me sleep with him again.

Softly, I whisper, "What if... I wanted to do this more often?" It's not quite the confession it could be, but it's a start.

My heart races at his words. "Really?" I ask, hardly daring to believe him. A small smile spreads across my lips as he squeezes my ass, and a rush of excitement fills me. Could this be the start of something more? Something real and special between us? As I look up into his eyes, searching for any signs of hesitation or doubt, I find only warmth and sincerity reflected back at me. Maybe... just maybe... this could be more than just a fling.

My heart races at the thought. I hesitate for a moment, my courage wavering, but then I nod eagerly, unable to resist the temptation of exploring this newfound connection with him further. "Yes," I whisper softly, my voice filled with anticipation and desire. "I want another round."

I blush again at his words and laugh softly. "Yes, I do," I breathe, my hands sliding up his chest to gently tug on the ends of his hair before pulling him down for a kiss. His lips are warm against mine, gentle but insistent as they explore my mouth. When he finally pulls away, I whisper, "Please... touch me again."

It's an incredibly vulnerable admission, admitting that not only do I want more of this with him, but I need it to feel safe and satisfied. But there's something in the way he looks at me that tells me he understands, that accepts my desires as his own. And for now, that's all that matters.