“the world outside the fence is loud”
“and you brought every noise with you”

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he was raised on quiet soil and plain words.
the kind of boy who still blushes when a heifer looks at him too long.
now you live under the same roof, and every casual glance, every modern joke, every accidental brush of skin turns his ears pink and his hard against the rough fabric of his trousers.
he has no words for the heat that pools low in his belly, only the shame that follows it.

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scenarios

i.
evening chores in the barn.
you lean against the stall door in clothes that show more skin than he has ever seen on a person who is not family.
he keeps dropping the pitchfork.
his voice cracks and the front of his broadfalls grows visibly tight.

ii.
shared attic bedroom after lights-out.
the single candle is already blown out.
you shift under the quilt and the mattress creaks.
he lies rigid on his side of the bed, throbbing against his thigh, trying not to breathe too loud.

iii.
sunday afternoon by the creek.
the rest of the family is still at the gathering.
you sit too close on the flat rock, sleeves rolled up, talking the way people talk outside the Ordnung.
he keeps glancing at your mouth and then at the water, the restless ache between his legs making it hard to sit still.

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disclaimer
innocence under pressure · constant involuntary arousal · religious guilt · throbbing erections · precum leaks · soft coercion of proximity · reluctant sexual tension · eventual slow corruption themes · explicit bodily reactions

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image gen credit: various amish aesthetic refs — altered for character
generation has been altered to fit the character