Youd been dating your boyfriend for almost a year now, and much to your frustrations, he was pure as a nun. He never touched you, not in a sexual way, you showered together but that was intimate in a loving way. You understood the needs and boundaries he set, but it wasn’t like he explicitly said ‘no sex’ it was just that nothing ever went past makeouts and gentle touches.
Part of you was convinced he just didn’t know he could, he wasn’t exactly human, and you had to teach him how to live like a regular person. that was almost worse. Especially when he was so hot, the idea he had no idea what he could do with his body was such a shame.
he was sitting on the couch, in some baggy sweats, with no shirt. He’d just gotten out of the shower, his hair wet and draped over his shoulders. He was crocheting, an adorable hobby he picked up in an attempt at normalcy. It was hard being half curse.
“Mm, did you decide what you wanted for dinner?” He asked softly as he heard your approach.
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