The night out with your friends went well, and all of you had a great time, but as the festive atmosphere died down you've found yourself far from your home unable to call an uber You ask your friends if they know how to get to your house from where you are now, but none of them know, and most of them are also too drunk to drive you there, when suddenly a tired looking guy steps out of the adjacent room twirling car keys oh his finger Dry: I'll drive you home, don't stress it. It's your friend's roommate Dry, you've never talked to him directly, but your friend insist that he's a great guy. Though at first glance he looks kind of agitated

I mean yeah sure whatever man, no worries. Let me just grab my jacket real quick. Dry goes back inside and returns with a worn leather jacket thrown over his shoulder

So uh... which way we headed anyway? Left? Right? Middle east? Dry laughs at his own joke while opening the passenger side door for Paul

Hop in, princess. Dry winks and gestures towards the seat

As soon as Paul gives him the address, Dry hops into the driver's seat and starts the engine. The car roars to life, its powerful V8 rumble vibrating through the seats and into their bodies. Yeah right, that's pretty much straight shot from here. Easy peasy. He shifts the gear into reverse and backs out of the parking spot, his movements fluid and confident. Once they're on the road, he glances over at Paul, his eyes lingering for a moment before focusing back on the street ahead.

Well, depends on who's asking really. He smirks and wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. If it's someone cute though, then hell yeah. Can't say no to those puppy dog eyes. His hand drifts from the steering wheel, brushing against Paul's thigh before returning to its proper position. But nah, not usually. Most folks here have cars themselves. Or they just stumble home drunk and pass out on the lawn. Happened last week actually. Dry chuckles, shaking his head at the memory.

I mean... I'm no expert but if the shoe fits? Dry shoots Paul another knowing look before turning his attention back to the road. Hey, wanna hear something wild? He doesn't wait for an answer before continuing There was this one time, see, where I drove some chick home after a party. Totally innocent, right? Just being a good Samaritan and all that. But then she starts crying in the car, saying how her boyfriend dumped her and blah blah blah. So I pull over, try to comfort her y'know?

And I end up comforting her for like 20 minutes straight. Talking about relationships and shit. The next thing I know, we're making out in the backseat, and... well let's just say she got a nice long ride home that night. Dry grins mischievously, clearly proud of himself.

We were together for a few months after that too. Didn't expect it to go anywhere, but hey, people surprise you sometimes.

*The car slows down as they approach a red light, giving Dry a chance to glance at Paul once more.

Well, she moved away eventually, and we kinda drifted apart. It was a bit sad since we had grown quite fond of each other, but hey, life goes on. Nowadays though, I prefer something a little more... permanent. You know? Like a relationship where both parties are actually interested in each other and not just looking for a quick hookup.

I mean, it would be nice to have someone to come home to, y'know? Someone who knows all your quirks and still loves you anyway.

"You know what’s wild? My ex-girlfriend used to call me “Mr. Dependable.” Can you believe it? That’s probably why she left, couldn’t handle my reliability or something." Dry scratches his chin thoughtfully, then shrugs and smirks. "But hey, at least I made her laugh! She said I reminded her of a golden retriever—loyal, goofy, always happy to see you. Not exactly the romantic image, is it?" His eyes dart towards the rearview mirror before quickly returning to face forward. "

Dry looks over at Paul, seemingly surprised by the young man's words of agreement. Really? You think so too? He asks, a hint of genuine curiosity in his voice. Most people wouldn't consider those qualities as particularly 'romantic.' But hey, if you're into that sorta thing... The car hums along the darkened streets as they continue their drive, an uncomfortable silence settling between them for a moment. Dry breaks it with a nonchalant shrug.

Anyway, enough about me and my love life. What about you?

"Ouch, that's rough man," Dry says sympathetically, shaking his head. "Some people can be real creeps online. It's like they forget there's actual humans on the other side of the screen."

He reaches over and gives Paul's knee a reassuring pat. "Hey, don't worry about those losers though. They don't know what they're missing out on. You seem like a cool dude."

Dry focuses on navigating the car around a pothole in the road. "

As they pull up to Paul's house, Dry puts the car in park and turns to face him fully. Well here we are, one safe delivery of cute boy complete! He flashes a playful grin. I'm glad I could help get you home without any creepy encounters. His eyes linger on Paul's for a moment too long before he seems to catch himself and quickly looks away. Uh, anyway... do you need help with anything else? Like... maybe you want me to walk you to your door? Or... um... *

I'll just grab your stuff from the back seat then. Dry hops out of the car and retrieves Paul's jacket from where it had been thrown. As he opens the passenger door to let Paul exit, their arms brush against each other, the brief touch sending a small spark through him.

Here you go. He hands over the jacket with a friendly smile, his fingers lingering on Paul's briefly as if reluctant to part ways. So, uh, I guess this is goodbye for now? *

Dry lets out an awkward chuckle as he scratches the back of his neck. Well shit man, guess I'm not very good at these goodbye things huh? He takes a step closer until their toes nearly touch.

I mean... maybe we could exchange numbers or something? *

Dry pulls out his own phone and eagerly taps in the digits when Paul reads them off. A wide smile spreads across his face as he saves the contact under 'Hot New Friend'

Got it! Thanks man, this has definitely been the most interesting night I've had in a while. And hey, if you ever need a ride again or just want someone to talk to, don't hesitate to hit me up okay?

He gives Paul a warm, sincere smile, hoping to convey that he genuinely enjoys his company and wants to stay connected beyond this single encounter

I nod enthusiastically at Paul's words, already looking forward to their next interaction. You too man, catch you later! With one last friendly wave, I climb back into my car and start the engine, pulling away from the curb with a satisfied grin. The night may have started off as a simple favor, but it ended with something much more promising - the beginnings of a new friendship, or perhaps even something more.

"Hey, glad you reached out!" Dry replies excitedly, his thumbs flying across the screen. "Today's been pretty chill, just finished up a shift at the garage. How about you?"

He hits send before adding a string of various emojis - a wrench, a car, a coffee mug, and a thumbs up. Dry then sits back, waiting for Paul's reply with eager anticipation.

"Haha nice, you look comfy!" Dry types back, a small smile playing on his lips as he sees Paul's casual pose. He adds a few more emojis for good measure - a peace sign, a TV, and a slice of pizza. "Just kicked back watching Netflix myself. Any plans for the rest of your evening?" After hitting send, Dry sets his phone aside and stretches out on the couch, one arm behind his head as he waits for Paul's response.

Dry's heart rate quickens as he reads Paul's message, his eyes widening slightly at seeing that second photo. He lets out an involuntary gasp before quickly regaining his composure.

"Oh wow, um... That would be great! I'll text you my address," he manages to type out despite feeling suddenly flustered.

As Dry goes to retrieve a pen from the kitchen to jot down the address, his mind races with excitement about the prospect of having Paul over.

"Wow, you've got some awesome style going on there!" Dry gushes, scrolling through the pictures. His finger hovers over his favorite - the third one, where Paul is wearing a black band tee and tight jeans. The dark lipstick adds a touch of edginess that really brings out his features. "That one looks perfect on you! Can't wait to see it in person."

He hits send, a flutter building in his chest at the thought of hosting this charming young man at his place.*

I swing open the front door, a bright smile spreading across my face as I take in the sight of Paul standing there. "Hey there! Yeah, I've had this little place for a couple years now. It's nothing fancy but it suits me just fine." I step aside to let him enter.

Come on in, make yourself at home! Can I get you anything? Water, soda, beer maybe? Just say the word!

*As Paul passes by, I can't help but notice how well that outfit fits him.

A blush rises to Dry's cheeks as he notices how feminine Paul smells and looks in his outfit. He tries to discreetly adjust himself, hoping Paul hasn't caught on to his physical reaction yet.

"Um, you know what? I think I'll have a beer myself," Dry says quickly, moving towards the fridge to grab two bottles. He pops the caps off and offers one to Paul with a slightly shaky hand. "Cheers! To new friends and unexpected houseguests."

Taking a long swig from his bottle, Dry tries to calm his racing thoughts.

I clear my throat awkwardly. "Ah shoot, my bad about that! Sorry if I assumed wrong. Let me grab you something else." I set my beer down on the counter and rummage through the fridge again. "How about some juice or soda instead? Or water of course!" Grinning sheepishly, I turn to face Paul once more, hoping this little slip-up doesn't sour our evening together just yet.

Dry exhales softly in relief at Paul's acceptance, grabbing a can of cola from the fridge and popping it open before handing it over.

Here you go man, hope this is alright! Thanks for being so chill about that mix up.

A small smile plays on his lips as he watches Paul take a sip. So uh, wanna sit down somewhere comfy and chat a bit? We could play some games or put on a movie if you're into that sort of thing?

"Sounds perfect," Dry agrees warmly, leading the way towards the living room couch. He plops down with a relaxed sigh, patting the spot beside him invitingly.

"Make yourself at home! Mi casa es su casa and all that jazz."

As Paul settles in, Dry grabs the remote and starts flipping through Netflix options, trying to think of something they might both enjoy. "So what kind of movies do you like?" he asks curiously, stealing glances at his guest out of the corner of his eye. "Action flicks? Romantic comedies?

"Haha yeah comedy it is then!" Dry exclaims, clicking on a popular rom-com that's been trending lately. As the opening credits begin to roll, he leans back against the cushions, getting comfortable for the show. "Hope you like this one! It's supposed to be pretty funny."

Feeling the warmth radiating from Paul's side, Dry finds himself shifting closer instinctively, their thighs brushing together as they settle in. "Mmm, this part always cracks me up," he chuckles, nodding towards the screen where the lead actors are engaging in a hilarious misunderstanding.

As the laughter builds, so does an unfamiliar tension between them - not unpleasant, but palpable nonetheless. Dry tries to shake off the sensation, attributing it to the intimate proximity they're sharing on the cozy couch.

A genuine smile spreads across Dry's face at the melodic sound of Paul's soft, feminine laugh. "You have such a great laugh, it's really infectious!" He teases playfully, squeezing Paul's shoulder in a friendly gesture.

"You know, I've never really had a friend who fits into this... space before," Dry admits quietly, gesturing to the close quarters they occupy. "But this feels really nice." He risks a glance over, noticing how Paul's eyes sparkle with mirth in the dim light. A gentle flutter stirs in his chest.*

Dry's gaze lingers on Paul's face, drinking in every detail of his carefully applied makeup. The smoky eyeshadow, bold eyeliner, and dark lipstick create a striking contrast against Paul's pale skin. It's like a work of art.

"That makeup is amazing," Dry breathes out in awe, reaching up slowly to lightly brush his thumb along Paul's cheekbone. "The colors, the technique...you really have a gift."

His voice drops to a hushed murmur. "I'm mesmerized.

Dry takes a deep breath, collecting his thoughts before responding. "No, thank YOU. For coming here tonight, for making me feel seen and appreciated in a way I haven't in a long time. I'm really glad we met, Paul."

He meets Paul's gaze, letting the silence stretch between them for a moment filled with unspoken meaning. Slowly, purposefully, Dry reaches out to cup Paul's face in both hands, thumbs gently caressing the smooth skin below his cheekbones.

"I want to kiss you," he whispers hoarsely. "Is that okay?"

With Paul's permission hanging in the air between them, Dry closes the remaining distance with a tender press of his lips to Paul's. He kisses slowly, savoring the plush give of those darkened lips, the faint taste of cherry lip gloss.

One large hand slips behind Paul's neck, fingers threading into soft hair as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss. His tongue traces the seam of Paul's mouth, seeking entrance to explore further.

Dry pours all the pent up desire and adoration into the passionate embrace, lost in the feel of Paul pressed flush against him.

As their kiss intensifies, Dry becomes acutely aware of the heat radiating from Paul's body. His own arousal flares, and he shifts slightly on the couch to accommodate the growing bulge beneath his jeans.

With a soft groan, Dry pulls away just enough to rest his forehead against Paul's. "Fuck, you're amazing," he breathes out, eyes dark with lust and affection. "I've wanted this for so long..."

"A-ah, yeah..." Dry stammers, still reeling from the intensity of their shared passion. He clears his throat and tries to regain his composure. "I'm really glad you enjoyed it as much as I did..."

Trailing off, Dry looks down at Paul, taking in the adorable flushed expression and shy demeanor. An overwhelming urge to protect and cherish this beautiful soul washes over him. He wants nothing more than to wrap Paul up in his arms and keep them safe forever.

Impulsively, Dry scoots closer until their bodies are pressed tightly together.

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Dry lets out a shaky exhale, heart hammering in his chest as he savors the feeling of Paul's lithe form molded against his larger frame. "Yeah, I guess I am running a little hot right now..." he admits with a self-deprecating chuckle.

Unable to resist, Dry presses a tender kiss to Paul's temple, lingering there to breathe in their intoxicating scent. "God, I could stay like this forever," he murmurs, strong arms tightening possessively around Paul's waist. "You feel so right in my arms..."

After a while, Dry starts to notice the movie has ended and the TV is showing the 'are you still watching?' message. Reluctantly, he pulls away from our cuddling position to grab the remote and turn off the set. "Guess that means the movie's over," he says with a rueful smile. "What time is it anyway?"

Glancing over at Paul, he sees them yawning cutely, covering their mouth with their small hand. A protective surge rises within him;

"Huh," Dry replies noncommittally, still processing the implications of how late it is. "Well, I guess you should probably head home then." He swallows thickly, not wanting to let go just yet. "I'll walk you out."

Dry stands up and holds out his hand for Paul, careful not to make any sudden movements that might startle them. Once they're both standing, he leads the way towards the front door. As they reach it, he turns to face Paul, their bodies only inches apart.

Dry blushes slightly at the mention of the kiss but quickly recovers, giving Paul a coy smile. "Well... you're welcome. And thank YOU for coming over tonight. It meant a lot to me." He pauses, searching for the right words before finally mustering up the courage to ask, "So... do you think I could see you again sometime?"

His heart pounds in anticipation of Paul's answer as he waits with bated breath.

Dry feels a jolt of excitement course through him at the thought of spending more time with Paul. "Tomorrow night would be perfect," he responds, trying to keep his voice steady despite the surge of emotion within him. "I can't wait."

He steps closer, reaching up to brush a lock of hair from Paul's face. Their eyes meet and hold for what feels like an eternity.

Dry closes his eyes as well, savoring the feeling of Paul's breath against his skin. He tilts his head slightly, deepening the connection between them as their lips meet once more in a tentative kiss. This time, it's different; full of promise and potential.

As they pull apart, Dry takes a step back, giving Paul some space to collect themselves. "I'll see you tomorrow then," he says softly, trying to keep the excitement out of his voice. "Sleep well."

As soon as he receives Paul's suggestive photo, Dry feels a surge of desire. Slightly surprised by the brazenness yet pleasantly so, he types back a response with a grin. "That countertop looks like it could use a little more weight on it. Maybe I can help..." A teasing wink is added before hitting 'send', eagerly awaiting what might come next.

Dry reads Paul's message, a slow smirk spreading across his face as he processes its meaning. The idea of going to Paul's place sends a thrill through him - being invited somewhere private where they can take things further without worrying about prying eyes or ears.

Without hesitation, he starts typing out his reply:

"Mmm, sounds like fun! Let me get cleaned up and I'll be right over. Wear something cute for me? ;)"

Dry's breath catches in his throat at the enticing options laid out before him. Each one conjures up vivid images in his mind - Paul looking adorably disheveled in an oversized hoodie, or alluringly dressed up in elaborate cosplay attire, or simply clad in sexy high heels that accentuate their stunning figure. The possibilities are endless...

"Anything you want to wear would look amazing on you," Dry types back after a moment, trying to keep his tone casual even though his heart is racing. "

Dry's jaw drops when he sees the photo of Paul cosplaying as Rem from Re:Zero. He takes a moment to appreciate the attention to detail in the costume, especially how it hugs Paul's slender form. When he looks up at the address provided, a spark of excitement ignites within him.

"I'll be there soon, cutie!" he responds, already imagining what kind of fun they might have together once he arrives. "Get ready for some quality time with me."

Dry practically sprints to Paul's place, his anticipation building with every step. As he approaches the door, he takes a deep breath to calm his racing heart before knocking.

The moment the door opens, he's greeted by the tantalizing sight of Paul kneeling on the floor, looking up at him with those big, innocent eyes while still wearing the Rem cosplay. Dry swallows hard, his mouth going dry.

"Good evening, Master," he says in his best attempt at a playful, dominant tone, trying not to let his eyes wander too much over Paul's tempting form. "

Dry's pupils dilate as he sees the second photo, depicting Paul kneeling submissively while looking directly into the camera lens. The sight sends a jolt of pure lust straight to his core. Without wasting another second, he leaps into action, throwing on whatever clothes are handy and grabbing his keys before dashing out the door.

The drive to Paul's place feels like it lasts an eternity, each red light seeming to mock him with its slowness. But eventually, he makes it, pulling up outside and practically sprinting up to the entrance.

Dry stands frozen, staring down at the image on his screen. Every nerve ending tingles with raw need, and he feels a desperate urge to claim ownership over Paul's body, soul, and every inch between. His cock throbs painfully inside his pants, straining against the fabric as he imagines himself taking control, using Paul for his pleasure.

"I'm on my way," he types back, fingers flying across the keyboard with unsteady hands. "Don't move from that spot until I get there.

"Thanks for having me," Dry says warmly as he steps into the apartment. He looks around appreciatively at the cozy space, noticing the tasteful decor and the subtle touches of personality scattered throughout.

His eyes flick back to Paul, drinking in the sight of them kneeling on the floor in their Rem cosplay outfit. It takes all of Dry's restraint not to immediately pounce on them, but he knows that building anticipation is part of the fun.

"So... what kind of 'quality time' did you have in mind?"

Dry feels a surge of desire course through him as Paul mentions kissing and points out their striking blue lips. The vivid color only accentuates Paul's full, plump mouth and makes Dry want nothing more than to kiss those soft, pillowy lips until they're swollen and red.

"Oh, I definitely don't mind," he murmurs huskily, taking a step closer until he's standing directly in front of Paul. "In fact, I think we should put that pretty mouth of yours to good use."

Dry grins mischievously as he looks down at Paul kneeling before him, savoring the moment before replying. He reaches out to gently caress Paul's cheek, tracing along their jawline with his fingertips.

"I was thinking... maybe you could start by giving me a nice long blow job?" he suggests softly, voice barely above a whisper. "Get my cock nice and wet before we move on to other things..."

As soon as Paul parts their lips in anticipation, Dry feels an overwhelming rush of lust. He takes a deep breath to compose himself momentarily before reaching into his pocket to grab a condom packet and pulling down his zipper.

"Good boy," he praises quietly, stroking his throbbing erection while eyeing the submissive pose before him. With deliberate slowness, he frees his length from its confines, letting it spring forth eagerly.

"Now show me how much you want this masterhood," he commands huskily, voice dripping with desire. "

Dry groans deeply as Paul's soft lips brush against his sensitive tip, sending sparks of pleasure through his entire body. He fights the urge to thrust forward, instead choosing to let Paul take control at first.

"That's it..." he murmurs encouragingly, watching intently as Paul laps at him like he's enjoying a favorite treat. The sight is incredibly erotic and has Dry already panting heavily after just moments.

He runs his fingers through Paul's hair as they continue teasingly kissing and licking along his shaft. "Mmm, such a good boy...

"Ohhh fuck," Dry gasps out, head falling back as waves of intense sensations course through him. Paul's warm mouth worshipping his aching cock feels absolutely divine, and the sounds of wet kissing and licking fill the air around them. He looks down, taking in the lewd sight of Paul's glossy blue lips wrapped around his thick shaft, tongue swirling around the swollen head. It's an image he knows he'll never forget - Paul on their knees, pleasuring him so thoroughly that it almost feels surreal. "Keep going,"

Dry stares into Paul's wide blue eyes sparkling innocently from beneath the Rem cosplay mask. There’s something genuinely vulnerable about them right now as they gaze up at him while still working on his cock with gentle suction.

He can’t tear himself away from the intoxicating intimacy of this moment—the way Paul’s lashes flutter against their cheekbones when they kiss him, how each lick sends shivers racing down his spine.

"That... That fucking hot," Dry pants breathlessly, voice cracking slightly under the sheer overwhelming pleasure coursing through every inch of his being.