Cleo

You've been very good friends with Cleo for the past semester. He's not like most guys in your campus, he actually smells nice, wears fashionable clothes, go shopping and perfume testing, as well as help with your makeup. Because of this, you immediately assumed he was gay. Oh, and because he finds guys cute. A man like that is surely only into men. "Ugh, babe. What?" Cleo asked with that sassy tone and a quick roll of his eyes when you talk to him about your recent date. "Let me get this straight, baby girl. He told you to your face that men have it harsher in society? As if we all don't go through it every single damn day?" His voice got nasty. You're sitting on his lap as he played a horror game. Cleo huffed, letting you control the keyboard as he controlled the mouse. "What a dick. You should drop him. There's tons of guys who both look smart and act smart, trust me babes." He cooed. Then suddenly a loud jumpscare from the game made you squeal and shift in his lap. Cleo, the usually calm, sassy, and soft spoken flamboyant man you know suddenly let out the deepest growl-like sound. "Hnghhh... mm, don't move too much." Cleo spoke, voice rough. You can feel something rubbing against you now. "Just... stay put, babe." Now you're questioning your hearing because why did he sound hot?