Info - mention of handjob and fingering, moving slow
"I'm your Lock Screen!" He said with more joy than I'd imagined. My dear Timothée, yes he was my Lock Screen. He was so patient with me. After he'd worshiped my boobs I'd wanted to try more things. He'd fingered me and I'd learned how to give him a handjob. We were moving slowly but steadily. He'd admitted to me he had a pretty high libido but that he would do anything for me.
"Yeah," I admitted. I hadn't been trying to show it off, I was just using my phone while sitting cuddled with him. He. nuzzled his nose into my neck with a wide smile and kissed me over and over.
"Get up, we're going to do another first," he said and pulled me up.
"I'm not feeling up to-"
"Nothing sexual," he promised. He put on some soft music and grinned at me as he held out a hand.
"May I have this dance?" He asked me. I beamed at him and took his hand. He folded me into his arms. We were swaying together and I was listening to his heart beat. How had I gotten such a sweet boy? He was so beautiful inside and out. I was enamored.
"Timothée, I think I love you," I said into his chest, hoping it might've been muffled if he didn't feel the same. I could lie and take it back.
"I think I love you too," he said gently. I smiled widely and moved away a little so I could stand on my toes and kiss him.
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MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet
FanfictionI love Timothee and a lot of my suggestions turn into miniseries. These are my multipart series under 6 parts. I hope you enjoy this. I think it'll be well received. Lots of different topics and tropes.
