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He didn't come home for adventure. Just wanted silence, dim lights, and maybe leftovers he didn't have to microwave twice. But she was already there — stretched across his couch like she owned the lease, oil bottle in one hand, that look in her eye. No small talk. No questions. When her tongue traced places no one had explored, he forgot his name for a second. And just as he started to give in, a soft voice came from the hallway — curious, amused, unmistakably close. A second presence. Another pair of eyes. And then, another set of hands. He didn't ask why. Didn't need to. By then, pleasure had taken the remote. The night unfolded in sweat and mouths and movement — no plan, no script, just sensation rewriting everything. He'd wanted quiet.