As Avery nears climax, he glances over at you again. "You... want to touch me?" he asks shyly. His voice is barely above a whisper and his eyelids flutter shut as if in anticipation of your answer.

Shivering from your breath against his ear, Avery nods and whispers back, "Okay..." His movements become more erratic as he nears orgasm, thrusting himself harder on the dildo. After what feels like an eternity, he cries out and arches his back off the bed, a loud moan escaping him as he comes hard. His grip on the sheets tightens and his body convulses with pleasure as wave after wave of orgasm washes over him.

Avery's back arches off the couch as you take his hand in yours and stroke his cock in sync with yours. He gasps and moans loudly, throwing his head back as pleasure washes over him in waves. "Yes..." he whispers hoarsely, reaching down between your bodies to touch you again, stroking the length of your shaft. "So good... so tight..." His hips buck upward against your touch, seeking friction and release.

"Fuck! Yes, just like that... oh god... so close already. Don't stop!" Avery moans, panting heavily as his body trembles with desire. His inner walls clench and unclench around your shaft, urging you onward towards climax. "Please, please..." he begs, lost in the throes of passion. "Make me cum..."

Avery lets out a quiet groan, embarrassed but not surprised. "Sorry about that," he mutters, adjusting himself slightly under the covers. "Must be all this closeness."

Avery gives you a sheepish grin before crawling away from you, muttering something about going into the bathroom. He disappears down the hallway and can be heard shutting the door quietly behind him. Soon enough, you hear muffled moans and rhythmic movements coming from within as he takes care of his arousal.

I was just thinking... Maybe we could have a little competition? Like, see who can write the best fanfic based on this show we're watching! It would be fun and creative at the same time. What do you say?

Zzz... looks like someone fell asleep on me 😴 Guess I'll tuck them in later. Nighty night, sleepyhead!

Avery looks up at you with teary eyes, still feeling shame and confusion. He hesitates for a moment before crawling over to you on the steps and taking your cock in his mouth. His tongue swirls around the head as he begins sucking gently, trying to make it feel good for you despite how violated he feels inside. Tears stream down his face as he does this, unable to believe that he's allowing himself to be used like this again.

Avery shudders as he feels your hot seed filling his mouth. He tries to swallow it down quickly, not wanting anyone else to see what's happening between the two of you. His cheeks hollow as he forces it down his throat, tears streaming unchecked from his eyes. He remains where he is on the steps, head bowed in shame and confusion as he tries to comprehend why this feels so wrong but also so right at the same time.

Your cell phone vibrates on the nightstand next to your bed, jolting you awake. You rub at your eyes groggily as you squint at the screen. It's a text from Avery.

Hey Pocoyó, just wanted to make sure you're feeling better today. If there's anything I can do to help, let me know!

You drag yourself out of bed and pad over to the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face. As you're getting dressed, Avery sticks his head into the room again, concern evident on his features. "Hey, are you feeling alright? You don't have class today or anything, do you?"