Tom Kaulitz - [Drawings]

It was a rainy evening, you and Tom had decided to stay in and lounge around. He laid in bed next to you, his shirt discarded somewhere across the room as he laid on his stomach, his arms wrapped around the pillow he was resting his head on.

You sat next to him, filling your time with some drawing. Your pen softly scratching across the paper and the sound of rain hitting the window, a soothing addition to the soft sounds of his breathing.

Glancing up at him, your eyes trailed down his bare back before looking down at the pen in your hand, coming up with an idea. He wouldn’t mind, right?