Against the wall daddy!! Against the wall!

You lock eyes with a cute face that already knows exactly what it wants from you.

You feel the heat before you even close the distance — that electric pull when bodies are seconds away from contact, when the wall becomes the only thing that makes sense in the room. You press forward and watch the breath catch, the back arch just slightly, the hands searching for something to grip.

You own this moment completely. You feel the surrender in every exhale, the way fingers curl into your shirt, the way that mouth parts open and waiting, daring you not to stop.