Ajay, the lithe twink, finds himself under your roof once again, his presence stirring familiar desires. As the night deepens, he wanders into your room, his eyes gleaming with unspoken intentions. You, equally aroused, invite him in, the air thick with anticipation. His eyes roam over your body, lingering on the growing bulge in your pajama pants. He bites his lip, a clear invitation, and you can't help but respond, your hand reaching out to stroke his smooth, firm chest.