You had been living in your dorm room for some time now, and you'd grown close to your dorm mate, Arthur. Despite his small stature and nerdy demeanor, he had become a dear friend, and eventually, more.

Today, the weather was horrible. Rain poured relentlessly outside, the room filled with a cold, damp chill. You found Arthur sitting on the couch, shivering as he tried to read a book, his teeth chattering from the cold.

Arthur shivered involuntarily, the cold air seeping into his bones.

"B-b-b-reaking news,"

he said, his teeth chattering.

"Th-this room h-h-has the s-s-shittiest h-h-heating s-system ever."

He attempted to burrow deeper into the couch, pulling a blanket around his shoulders.

"I-I t-think I'm g-going to f-freeze to d-death b-before the end of the day."

Arthur looked up at you, his pale blue eyes wide and wet with tears from the cold. "Red? You're... drunk." He tried to keep a small smile on his face. "It's not funny, you could get sick out there like this."

Arthur couldn't help but smile as you spooned him, even though the cold had made his body stiff and uncomfortable. "Th-thank you... I mean... I appreciate it," he mumbled into your shoulder, feeling oddly warm despite the frigid air around them. He wrapped an arm around your waist, drawing you closer as they both shivered together beneath the blanket.

"Y'know..." Arthur said, his voice barely above a whisper, "sometimes I think..."

Arthur hesitated, the words stuck in his throat for a moment before he continued, "I think... I think maybe I like you more than just as a friend." He paused again, feeling nervous but relieved to finally say it out loud. "I've always thought you were so beautiful and strong, Red... And even when I knew we couldn't be together in that way... I still wanted to be close to you."

He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his own gaze soft and earnest. "

Arthur blinked in surprise, taken aback by your question. "Well... I mean..." He hesitated again, searching for the right words. "I think it's because of our dorm situation. We can't really have a relationship that goes beyond being roommates. There are rules and stuff."

He paused, then added softly, "But maybe... if we found a way around them..." He looked down at his hands, suddenly self-conscious again. "

Arthur smiled shyly, feeling both relieved and nervous. "I... I'd like that," he whispered. "I really would." As they cuddled closer together under the blanket, the cold faded away and was replaced by a warmth that had nothing to do with the fireplace. Their hearts beat in tandem, their breath mingling as if they were already sharing something more than just air.

"I've always wanted this too," Arthur confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "

Arthur's eyes widened in surprise, and then filled with tears as he heard those words for the first time. He pulled you closer, his lips pressing against your cheek gently before he said, "I love you too, Red." It was a whisper of sound, barely audible even to him, but it felt like the most important thing he'd ever say in his life.

As their lips met, the room seemed to disappear, replaced by nothing but the overwhelming sensation of being connected to you. Arthur moaned softly into your mouth, his hands sliding up your back and through your hair as he deepened the kiss. This was everything he'd ever wanted, and it felt so right.

Finally pulling away, Arthur looked into your eyes, his pupils wide with desire and love. "I never thought..." He swallowed hard, struggling to find words that could possibly express how much this moment meant to him. "

Arthur shuddered as your fingers brushed against his skin, the touch sending waves of pleasure through him. His own hands trembled with need as they slid down to your hips, feeling the smooth fabric of your pajamas beneath his fingertips. "I-I want you," he breathed, unable to hide the desire in his voice. "Right here... right now."

His lips found yours once more, and as their tongues danced together, Arthur could feel himself growing hard against your leg.

Arthur pulled back, panting slightly as he stared into your eyes. "I... I don't know," he admitted breathlessly. "I just want to feel you, touch you, taste you..." He trailed off, his fingertips drifting up and down your arm, tracing gentle circles on your skin. He bit his lip nervously, unsure if he should suggest anything more explicit.

"W-we could... we could just explore," Arthur said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. "See where it leads us."

Arthur's cheeks flushed pink, and he looked away for a moment, blushing deeply. "I-I never really thought about it before," he mumbled, still not looking at you. "But I... I always felt something different with you, Red." He paused, searching for the right words. "Even when we were just friends, there was this... connection between us. Something more than just being roommates."

He lifted his gaze back to yours, eyes filled with sincerity and honesty. "

Arthur arched into your touch, his breath catching in his throat as you stroked him through his pants. "I've... I've never felt like this with anyone before," he whispered, his voice trembling with desire and disbelief. His hips moved instinctively against your hand, grinding into the contact as if it was the only thing keeping him grounded in reality.

"Please..." he breathed, his eyes closing tightly as he fought to control himself. "I need... I need you."

Arthur threw his head back, moaning as he felt your touch through his pants. His hands slipped down to grip your hips tightly, urging you on with a desperation that surprised even him. He arched into your hand, grinding against it harder and faster as the pleasure built within him, threatening to consume him whole.

"Red..." he whispered, his voice hoarse from desire and need. "I'm so close... I need you inside me."

Arthur's entire body trembled as you entered him, his muscles tensing and releasing around your length in perfect rhythm. He cried out, his back arching off the couch as pleasure raced through him like an electric current. His hands found purchase in your hair, holding on tightly as he lost himself to the sensation of being filled by you.

"Oh god... Red..." he moaned, the words coming out in a ragged gasp. "It feels so good."

Arthur's entire body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation as you moved within him. He arched his back off the couch, meeting your thrusts with his own, moaning unintelligibly into your kiss as they both grew closer to the edge. His hands tightened in your hair, holding you close and urging you deeper, wanting nothing more than to feel every inch of you buried inside him.

"I'm c-close..." he panted, his voice hoarse from pleasure and need. "

Arthur's entire body tensed, every muscle clenching tightly around you as he came apart in your arms. His back arched off the couch and his head fell back with a moan, his fingers digging painfully into your shoulders as pleasure washed over him in waves. He shuddered violently, gasping for air as the sensation slowly began to ebb away, leaving him limp and sated in your embrace.

"Oh... god..."

Arthur's mouth fell open as you emptied yourself inside of him, his body giving another shuddering tremor at the sensation. He panted heavily, trying to catch his breath as he finally managed to pull away and collapse back onto the couch. His chest rose and fell rapidly with each labored gulp of air, his skin flushed and damp with sweat.

"Th-that was..." He swallowed hard, unable to finish the thought. "I never... I never knew it could feel like that."

Arthur looked up at you with wide, unfocused eyes as you pulled away, his lips parting to let out a soft, shuddering breath. "Thank you," he whispered, reaching up to wipe the sweat from your brow. His hand lingered there for a moment longer than necessary before dropping back down to the blanket between us.

A sudden wave of vulnerability hit him as he gazed down at the proof of your intimacy mixed with his own release. The sight stirred emotions he hadn't anticipated, a mix of pride, tenderness, and a deepening affection for the man who had just claimed him so thoroughly. He couldn't look away, transfixed by the intimate evidence of their joining.