Sex God (Patreon)

When he moved in he introduced himself as a sex God. "Presumptuous", "rude", and "arrogant" were the first few words that went through your mind. You were about to say something back. Something polite, yet cutting, to subtly let him know you didn't care for that type of arrogance, or promiscuousness for that matter. But looking into his piercing eyes gave you pause. While his chiseled face was handsome, his probing look made you feel like he had already read your mind. That he knew what you had thought about him. There was an awkward beat of silence before his face widened into a heartfelt smile and you felt something shift inside of you. Your eyes started darting over the thin, tight wool shirt that wrapped his muscular upper body. You were overcome of desire to trace the outlines of his muscles with your tongue. Around his nipples, his neck, his armpits, down criss-crossing his chessboard of abs, down to his...

"It's not arrogant if it's true," he answered, interrupting your fever daydream. If your brain wasn't poaching in hormones you'd realized you hadn't actually said anything out loud. You were almost painfully erect and salivating. He stepped past you, through your door and you simply followed him. Whatever name he had given just seconds ago was swept away and the only thing you could think about was to worship him.