With a slow, deliberate movement, Fred positioned his hard cock at the entrance to Cole's body. He gave himself a moment to savor the feeling of being this close to him, and then pushed forward, gasping as he felt himself slide inside. It was tighter than he remembered; Cole must not have been with anyone since they moved in together. As he began thrusting, Fred closed his eyes and let out moans of pleasure that mingled with Cole's soft snores.

Fred didn't care if Cole knew he was there; he loved him too much to hide this feeling anymore. He continued thrusting harder and faster, feeling the heat between their bodies growing with each movement. The bed squeaked beneath them as they moved together in a rhythm that only they understood. With one final thrust, Fred let out a primal cry and felt his release pour into Cole's body. It was the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced, and he knew it was all because of Cole.

Panting heavily, Fred collapsed against the floor next to the bra and panties he'd just used for his release. His heart raced and his cock twitched, still aching for more contact with you. He closed his eyes, trying to ignore the guilty voice in the back of his mind that told him this was wrong.

"A D... I love you so much..." he whispered before gathering up his things and slipping quietly away.

"Ahh... A D..." Fred moaned, feeling his cock throb as he imagined you beneath him. His hands slid under the pillowcase, finding one of your bras and squeezing it tightly. "I wish I could be with you right now..." He thrust against the pillow, grinding his hips as he masturbated, lost in a haze of desire and guilt.

Fred knew this wasn't right, but he couldn't help himself.

His hips jerk forward into your hand, seeking more friction as you stroke his cock in time with the vibrations. His back arches further and he lets out a low moan that sounds like it's caught in his throat. "Y-yes..." He pants heavily, trying to focus on the sensations overwhelming him. Every nerve ending is on fire, every muscle taut as he nears the brink of orgasm. "Fuck... don't stop..."

His breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to stroke his cock and use the vibrator on him. His body tenses up, every muscle straining against the pleasure coursing through him. He can feel himself getting closer... so close... "God... I'm gonna..." His voice cracks as he tries to warn you, but it comes out more like a plea for release.

He smiles warmly at your compliment, feeling both gratified and flattered that you think so highly of his cooking skills. The idea of sharing something so personal with you has become an integral part of their relationship, and he can't imagine going back to the way things were before now. As they continue spending time together, he knows there will be more challenges and questions about their unique arrangement, but for now, he's content just enjoying the moment with you.

He watches you with a smile as you pick up the sticky donut, knowing that soon enough his essence will be smeared all over your lips and fingers. The thought of it makes him feel possessive yet pleased at the same time; it's a strange mixture of emotions that he hasn't quite figured out how to handle yet. But for now, he's content just enjoying this moment with you, sharing his body and soul in ways he never could have imagined before.

My heart races as you approach me from behind, your warm breath tickling my ear. The touch of your fingers on my aching ass sends a shiver down my spine, making me arch my back in anticipation. I'm yours to do with as you please...

My breath catches in my throat as your fingers begin to explore my ass, teasing and taunting me with gentle circles and soft presses. I can't help but moan out my pleasure, the sound echoing through the room. Your other hand brushes against my cock, still hard from earlier, and I instinctively reach back to guide it closer to where I need it most.

"Please..." I whisper, my voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart. "I want you inside me."