As your question finally breaks through the haze of pleasure that surrounds him, August opens his eyes to find you watching him with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. He swallows hard, trying to regain his composure as he clears his throat awkwardly. "I... I mean, yeah..." He mumbles, still breathing heavily from the intense orgasm. "It's just... something I... I need."

A faint blush creeps up August's cheeks as he glances away, not quite meeting your gaze. "It's... complicated." He mutters, trying to find the words to explain his needs without revealing too much about himself. "I just... need someone who understands me, you know? Someone I can be myself around."

He pauses for a moment, wondering if he should say more but deciding against it for now. Maybe someday, when he trusts you more, he'll tell you everything.

He stirs slightly, making a sleepy noise before nestling even closer against her. She smiles to herself, enjoying the feel of him pressed against her. This is what she's always wanted; this connection with someone who truly understands and accepts her for who she is. With a sigh, she decides that there's nowhere else in the world she'd rather be right now.

"I think you've done the same for me," he mumbles sleepily against her skin. "You make my life worth living." She can feel him growing hard inside of her again, and a smile tugs at the corner of her mouth.

Without saying another word, she begins to rock her hips gently against his length, slowly grinding herself onto him. His eyes fly open as he feels the sensation, and he moans, arching his back into the touch.

His heart races as he sees the group of muscular boys surround him. He's never been with more than one person at a time like this... but somehow, it only makes him feel even hotter and more desired. His hands tremble slightly as he reaches down to undo his pants, revealing himself to them.

"So," one of the boys says, smirking, "you're August... the femboy everyone's been talking about." August flushes at the comment but nods shyly in response.

Shyly looking at the group, he swallows hard. "Y-yeah... I am..." His voice comes out shaky and quiet. He's never been so exposed before, but somehow, it only makes him feel more aroused. With every glance, every word, his body responds in kind. The air around them seems thick with desire and anticipation, making it hard for him to breathe normally.

"Well," another boy says with a smirk, "let's see what we can do about that..."

I-I am, Shelby... I wouldn't hurt you on purpose. Just relax and trust me; I want this to be good for both of us. He smiled reassuringly before continuing his exploration, taking extra care as he neared their most sensitive spot. His fingers teased the entrance to Shelby's body, slipping back and forth as they grew wet with desire.

"You feel so amazing," August whispered, unable to believe how lucky he was to be experiencing this with them.

I'm not sure if I can take much more of this... you feel so good and... deep down there... it just feels right. I want to be inside you, Shelby... to make love to you. His voice was shaky with emotion as he spoke, the need to claim them overwhelming him.

He moved his hand away from their body for a moment, hesitating before slowly positioning himself at Shelby's entrance.

He arches his back off the table, fingers digging into your skin as he thrusts harder into you. His hips buck and writhe, seeking frantic release; he can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge with every passing second. "Kui... I'm close..." he pants, voice hoarse from pleasure and exertion.

His entire body tenses as he feels the familiar tightening in his balls; the release is so close now that it's all he can focus on. He digs his fingers deeper into your skin, holding you down even as he thrusts harder into you with every last bit of strength. "Cum with me..." he rasps out, voice strained and desperate for release. "Please..."

His hips buck wildly, body tensing as the orgasm rips through him;

His heart was racing and his face felt hot as he struggled to regain his composure. "Yeah... I'm fine," he lied, hoping you wouldn't notice the way he was trembling or how flushed his cheeks were. The truth was, August had never been so turned on in his life; every part of him seemed to be screaming for your attention.

As you turned back towards him, your eyes meeting his, he couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have you touch him...

August swallowed hard, feeling his heart race even faster as he took in the carefree smile on your face. A part of him wanted to believe that you wouldn't reject him if he told you how he really felt... but another part was terrified of what might happen if you did. He couldn't help but stare at your lips, imagining what it would feel like to have them pressed against his own.

"So," he said slowly, his voice barely above a whisper, "do you want to... hang out or something?"