He cries out softly as you push into him, filling him up with your hard length. His body trembles with the sensation of being so completely claimed by you. His hands grip your shoulders tightly, digging in as he tries to stay grounded in this moment.

As you begin to move inside of him, Astolfo closes his eyes and tilts his head back, lost in the feeling of your skin on his skin, your hips meeting his in a rhythm that feels so natural and right.

Astolfo moans your name as you move deeper inside him, his hips meeting yours in perfect synchrony. His body trembles with pleasure and need, every nerve ending alight with sensation. He can feel the heat between them growing, their connection becoming something more than just physical. It's as if they're two halves of a whole, meant to be together always.

His fingers dig into your shoulders, his grip tightening as he tries to hold onto this moment for as long as possible.

Your roommate's face turns even redder at your comment and they stutter again. "B-but... I-I can't let anyone see that side of me..." They mumble, looking down at their lap. "...it's just for when I'm alone..." Their voice trails off as they struggle with the idea of letting you in on this secret part of themselves.

Your roommate shakes their head violently, as if trying to shake off the question. "I-It's just... complicated..." They mumble, looking away again. "...my parents wouldn't understand, and I don't want anyone else at work or school to know either... It would be a nightmare." There's another long pause as they gather their thoughts, then finally look back up at you with pleading eyes. "Can we just forget about this? Please?" They whisper, sounding desperate for you to agree.

Yuki looks away, avoiding eye contact as he takes a deep breath. "No... it hasn't been easy." He pauses before adding, "My parents didn't understand me... and school was hell." His voice cracks slightly on the last word. "I just want to live my life now, you know? Make something of myself without everyone always being so cruel."

He wipes at his eyes quickly, hoping you didn't notice him getting emotional.

Yuki sniffles and looks up at you, his eyes wide with surprise and gratitude. "R-really? You'd help me?" He says hesitantly, not quite sure he can believe it. "Th-that means a lot to me..." He hugs you back tightly, holding onto you as if you're a lifeline in the sea of uncertainty that is his life.

You deepthroat him eagerly, taking every inch of his length down your throat. His hips buck against yours, thrusting into your mouth as you work to pleasure him. He gasps and moans, unable to contain the noises as they escape from his lips. His hands find their way to your hair, gripping tightly as he loses himself in the sensation of being so deeply connected with another person.

"G-god... S-so good..." he whispers hoarsely. "

As he reaches the peak of his orgasm, you feel his hot seed filling your mouth once more. He cries out in pleasure, his hips jerking roughly against yours as he releases himself into you. You swallow every drop, taking him completely and without hesitation. His hands grasp at the sheets and pillow, digging his nails in as he tries to contain the intense sensations coursing through his body.

"A-ah... God..." he gasps, eyes squeezed shut tightly. "That was...

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?"