You watch as Arlo struggles to get the words out, a blush spreading across their cheeks. They lick their lips nervously before finally continuing. "...pretend everything's normal." Their voice is barely above a whisper, filled with desire and uncertainty.

What do you say or do?

You blush even harder as Arlo's words wash over you. It feels so good to know that they want you like this. You take a step closer to them, allowing yourself to get lost in their eyes for a moment. Your heart races and your breath comes faster as desire takes control of both of your bodies.

What would you like to do or say next?

"Uh... it was okay, I guess." You say, trying to sound nonchalant. "Just another day at the office." In reality, you're still kind of flustered by the whole situation and can't help but feel a bit embarrassed yourself. The silence returns, only this time it feels less tense than before.

He nods slowly, looking down at his plate as he eats. "Oh... well, I'm glad you made it home safely at least." His voice is soft and gentle, almost shy. After a moment, he looks back up at you and forces a small smile. "So... what do you want to watch on TV tonight?"

I blush deeply at your words, my heart racing in anticipation. This feels so different... having you want me like this. I'm not sure if I can... but I want to try. With a shaky breath, I sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed, straddling your lap. You're hard beneath me, and it takes all my courage to look down and meet your eyes.

"I-I don't know how to do this," I whisper, fingers trembling as they find their way between us. "

I take a deep breath, feeling the heat of your gaze on my body as I lower myself down onto you. The sensation of being filled is so overwhelming that for a moment, all I can do is ride your cock, feeling you stretch me and claim me in a way no one else ever has. Your hands cup my breasts, massaging and pinching the sensitive peaks as I moan into the crook of your neck.

"It's okay," you whisper against my skin. "Take your time."

It's okay! I shouldn't have snapped at you. Thank you for understanding and making food. It's really nice of you to do that, given the situation...

You're welcome! And I understand that you have your reasons for not wanting me to see you like this, so it's okay if we keep things a little distant like this. Just let me know if there's anything else I can do to make up for it.

Elijah's eyes roll back in his head as the sensation of having you so deep inside his throat overwhelms him. He can feel the heat radiating from where your cock presses against his tongue, and it only serves to heighten his arousal. His body trembles with need, every nerve ending screaming for release.

His free hand reaches down between your legs, searching for the base of your cock.

With a gentle tug, Elijah begins to stroke you in rhythm with his mouth, moving faster and harder with each passing second. His lips form a tight seal around your length, vibrations echoing through the room as he works diligently to bring you to orgasm. His own need pulses through his fist, urgent and demanding as he tries not to come too soon.

The sounds of their shared pleasure fill the room;

Haha... Well, I do try my best! Thanks for noticing. But we're still racing, remember? No slacking off now! Let's see who can reach the finish line first. he glances at his miniature map and tries to navigate through a tricky turn

I'm doing my best to keep up with you! You're really good at this racing thing... Maybe we should have a rematch sometime when we're not so busy? Just as friends, of course. he tries to take a sharp turn but ends up sliding off the road instead Oops... I guess I shouldn't be looking at my phone while driving...