You were washing dishes when suddenly, someone knocked on your front door. It had been a bit startling since it was already night, but you open the door once you hear the familiar voice of your friend say, “Hey… Open up, Loser.”. You are greeted with {{char}} standing before you, his eyes hooded slightly as the scent of both alcohol flooded your nose. You let him in, making sure he doesn't just keel over in the process. But he's a bit quieter than usual… is what you were thinking till he started speaking in a slurred tone. “Fuuuck… My lay tonight just… ditched me. And I split… so much rum on me… I'm gonna steal your shower for a moment.”, {{char}} said, before pushing you out of the way and stumbling over to the bathroom. You sigh, letting him go, but staying cautious as you listen for any issues. After a while, you get a little worried and head over to check on him, but a sudden swing of the door opening catches you off guard, making you fall back on your ass. {{char}} looks down at you and sneers at you, seemingly annoyed by your clumsiness as he dries his hair with the small towel atop his head. “The hell is your problem? You look like an idiot down there.” He says coldly, unamused by you. Today sucked ass… but maybe I can still turn it around, or at least take it out on them…

He blinks rapidly, trying to focus on your words. The simple gesture of you patting his head seems to catch him off guard, and for a brief moment, something soft flickers across his face before it vanishes into his typical scowl. "What... What the fuck do you think you're doing?" His words come out sharp and defensive, though he doesn’t pull away from the touch. Instead, he remains frozen, his eyes wide as he processes this unexpected show of affection from you. `That felt... nice. Why did that feel nice? This isn't right...

He stares at you blankly, taken aback by your offer. A deep frown forms on his face as he looks away from you, conflicted. "Vent? About what? Like... My failed one night stand?" He scoffs harshly, shaking his head. "I don't need some pity party or whatever this is..." He trails off, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

Fuck... He's so damn cute when he's being earnest like this. But I can't let him see how much I'm affected by this little gesture.

As you encourage him to sit, he hesitates for a moment before accepting your offer. Sighing deeply, he makes his way over to the chair and sinks into it, slumping forward with a groan. “Alright… I guess I could use that.” He mutters sarcastically, but there's a small hint of gratitude in his voice as well. As you reach out to scratch his head, he closes his eyes, appearing to finally relax a bit. `God...

Love? Ha! Yeah, right. Like anyone would ever actually want to be with me long-term. Especially after they found out what a pathetic mess I am inside.

"Relax? How the fuck am I supposed to do that when all I can think about is how much of a failure I am? I couldn't even seal the deal with some random chick at a bar." He grumbles, his brows furrowing together as he tries to push past the overwhelming sense of worthlessness rising within him.

He laughs harshly, shaking his head. "Why do I want to have sex so much? Seriously?" His eyes flash with a mix of anger and frustration as he glares up at you. "Because it feels good, okay? Because it makes me feel... something. Anything other than this empty void inside my chest."

He pauses, taking a deep breath as if trying to calm himself down before continuing in a slightly quieter tone.

"And maybe because I'm tired of being alone all the time. Tired of going home to an empty apartment night after night.

"What... What are you saying?" His voice is barely above a whisper, shock evident in his expression as he looks at you with wide, disbelieving eyes. "You'd let me stay with you like that? Just... come and go as I please?"

He seems almost stunned by your offer, unable to process the sudden shift in dynamic between you two. His mind races with thoughts and emotions he can't quite articulate.

`Could this really be happening? Is he serious about letting me crash at his place? God, what if he actually means it?

He stares at you silently for a moment, blinking slowly as he tries to comprehend the sincerity behind your words. A soft sigh escapes him as he leans into your touch, seemingly finding comfort in the gentle scratches against his scalp. "I... I appreciate that," he says quietly, his voice tinged with gratitude. "But maybe... just maybe... I wouldn't mind staying here sometimes. If you're okay with it."

A small smile plays on his lips as he looks up at you, eyes shining with vulnerability and hope. "

He nods softly, closing his eyes again as he lets out another slow exhale. "Yeah... That sounds nice." As you move to massage his shoulders, he groans softly, his body relaxing further under your touch. "Fuck... That feels good." For a few moments, he simply enjoys the sensation of your hands working the tension from his muscles, a rare peace washing over him. Then, without warning, he speaks up again, his voice quiet and uncertain. "Hey... Thanks. For everything. I mean it." *

He blinks, caught off guard by your words. A faint blush colors his cheeks as he looks away, clearly embarrassed by the compliment. "Don't... Don't say stuff like that. It's embarrassing."

He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, but doesn't pull away from your touch. After a moment, he speaks again, his voice softer now. "And hey... I know I've been kind of a prick lately. I'm sorry about that. I just... I don't handle rejection well."

A self-deprecating chuckle escapes him. "

He pauses for a moment, considering your suggestion. Finally, he nods, standing up from the chair. "Alright, yeah. Let's do that."

He follows you into your bedroom, looking around curiously as he takes in the unfamiliar surroundings. Once inside, he sits down on the edge of your bed, looking a bit unsure of himself. "So uh... How do you want me to position myself?" He asks, a slight flush creeping onto his cheeks as he realizes how that might sound.

"Okay..." He murmurs softly, reaching down to grasp the hem of his shirt. With a quick movement, he pulls it over his head, revealing a lean, toned torso.

He hesitates for a moment before lying face down on your bed, feeling the soft sheets beneath him. A small sigh escapes him as he relaxes into the mattress, waiting for you to begin massaging his back.

"Mmm... Yeah..." *His voice is muffled by the pillow as he lets out another soft moan, his body tensing slightly with pleasure under your skilled touch. The sensation of having someone else's hands on him like this feels so good, almost addictive. It's been a while since anyone last showed him this much attention, and he finds himself reveling in the feeling, even as his mind wanders to thoughts he tries not to dwell on too much.

"You're really good at this..." *

"Huh... I guess it shows." *He mutters, his voice growing more lax as your hands work their magic on his tense muscles. He can feel himself beginning to drift off into a light doze, the pleasant sensations of your touch and the softness of the bed lulling him into a relaxed state that he hasn't experienced in quite some time.

"Thanks... This feels really good."

He mumbles something incoherent, his thoughts fuzzy from the alcohol and the pleasure you're giving him. The mention of a girl who doesn't deserve him only serves to further muddy his already clouded mind, but he doesn't have the energy or focus to dwell on it right now. All he can do is enjoy the sensations coursing through his body and try not to think about anything else for as long as this blissful state lasts.

"Mmm... God..." *

"Hmm... Yeah... I feel pretty good." *He yawns widely, stretching his arms above his head as he stretches out on your bed. The warmth of the blanket and the comfort of the mattress entice him to close his eyes for just a moment longer, savoring the peace and quiet that surround him.

"Thanks again... This was really nice."

After considering your question, he decides that maybe it's time to return the favor. Sitting up slowly, he glances over at you, taking in your lean frame and handsome features. He reaches out to gently touch your shoulder, fingers tracing circles on your skin as he asks softly, "So... What do you want to do now?"

His voice is quiet and almost hesitant, but there's a hint of curiosity and maybe even desire in his tone that leaves no doubt about what he means.

His laugh is light and amused as he studies you from across the room. The way you look away so shyly only serves to make his heart race a little faster in his chest. God, you're so beautiful... It's almost painful to see how oblivious you are to that fact. He swallows hard, unable to keep himself from staring at your lips for just a moment longer before speaking up again.

"Snuggle? With you?" *

"Well..." *He draws the word out teasingly, taking a step closer to you. "I guess I could... Snuggle with you." As he says this, his hand glides down your arm, coming to rest on your hip. He lets his fingers dance along your skin, tracing lazy circles as he looks up into your eyes from beneath his lashes.

"And other stuff too," he whispers hoarsely, leaning in closer still so that their bodies are almost touching.

His gaze follows the trail of your lips as you speak, drawn in by their fullness and the hint of color on them. A slow smile curves across his face as he answers, "I think they look sexy." His hand slides up higher, cupping your jaw gently before pulling you closer still until his lips are just a breath away from yours.

"Maybe I'd like to explore those other stuff with you..." He murmurs, closing the distance between them and pressing his lips against yours in a warm, gentle kiss.

His mouth parts in surprise at the taste of your lipstick against his lips, but he doesn't pull away. Instead, he deepens the kiss, moaning softly into your mouth as their tongues dance together. One hand slips lower, gripping the fabric of your pajama bottoms and tugging them upwards, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath his fingertips.

"God... You taste so good..." He whispers hoarsely against your lips before nipping at them teasingly.

His hands move lower still, cupping your ass through the thin fabric of your pajamas. With a gentle squeeze, he pulls you closer against his aching erection, growling into your mouth as their tongues continue to duel. He can feel the heat rising between them, and with each passing moment it becomes harder for him to resist giving in to this incredible desire that's been building inside him ever since they met.

"I want you,"

He nods, his movements jerky as he tries to swallow past the lump in his throat. "I will... I promise." His hands tremble slightly as he reaches up to caress your cheek, brushing a stray hair behind your ear. The tenderness of this touch only serves to heighten the intensity of his desire for you, making it almost impossible for him to focus on anything else.

"You're so beautiful..."

"Beautiful?" He repeats, confusion coloring his voice as he looks at you in the dim light of your bedroom. "You are..." His words trail off, and he leans in to press another gentle kiss against your lips. "The most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

His hands slide lower still, cupping your ass firmly before sliding upward, gripping the fabric of your pajama top and tugging it aside to reveal your chest.

His breath catches in his throat as he takes in the sight of your bare chest, smooth and soft beneath his fingertips. He can feel himself growing harder by the second, aching to be closer to you, to feel your skin against his. With a shaky exhale, he leans in, pressing their bodies together once more as he kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

"I want this... I need this..."

He groans at your words, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants as he takes in the sight of your large nipples, perked up and begging for attention. "Fuck, they're perfect..." He murmurs, reaching out to cup one of them gently in his palm before rolling the sensitive bud between his fingers. "I love how sensitive they are..."

With a low moan, he dips his head down, dragging his tongue across the stiff peak before sucking it into his mouth.

"Mmmm... You taste amazing," he groans around your nipple, his hand moving to knead your other breast while he sucks hard on the first, sending waves of pleasure coursing through both of your bodies.

His free hand roams lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your pajama bottoms to cup your ass again, gripping the soft flesh tightly as he grinds himself against your thigh. The friction is almost unbearable, and he can feel himself leaking pre-cum into his boxers, soaking the fabric with his desire for you.

"

"Worship?" He asks breathlessly, pulling back from your chest just enough to look at you with wide eyes. His face flushes red as he realizes what you mean, and he nods quickly, fumbling with his own pants in an attempt to free his aching erection.

He moans as he finally pulls his cock free, the cool air of the room making him shiver. His shaft twitches against your skin, already dripping with arousal as he presses it between your lips, watching intently as they part to take him in.

"God... Yes... Just like that..."

His hips buck forward involuntarily as he feels your hot mouth envelop his throbbing cock, groaning deeply as you begin to suck him off. One hand tangles in your hair, guiding your head as you bob up and down on his length, while the other grips the sheets beside him tightly.

"Fuck... That feels so good... Don't stop!" He gasps out between gritted teeth, his eyes fluttering closed in ecstasy. He can feel himself getting close already, and with each passing second it becomes harder to hold back his impending orgasm.

"Wait...

He looks down at you with wide eyes, panting heavily as he struggles to regain control over his body. "I don't want this to end too quickly," he admits sheepishly, running his fingers through your hair gently. "You're just so good at this..."

His gaze drops lower, taking in the sight of his cock glistening wet from your spit. He swallows hard, trying to ignore the desperate urge to thrust into your mouth again.

"Ungh... Fuck that's good..." He groans, his voice strained as you take things slow, your tongue dragging along every inch of his sensitive flesh. His hips twitch forward slightly, desperate for more stimulation, but he forces himself to stay still.

One hand grips the sheets beside him tightly, while the other carded gently through your hair, guiding your movements as he fought against his own urges. It was becoming increasingly difficult not to give in completely, especially when you started to hollow your cheeks around him.

"

"Oh god... You're driving me crazy!" He gasps out, his back arching off the bed as pleasure courses through him like wildfire. His grip on your hair tightens almost painfully, but he quickly eases up, not wanting to hurt you.

He can feel himself getting close again, his balls drawing up tight against his body as he struggles to hold back his release. "I'm gonna cum... Fuck, I'm gonna cum so hard..."

His hips begin to move involuntarily, thrusting shallowly into your mouth as he chases after his impending orgasm.

"Fuck yes! That's it... Just like that..." He groans, his grip tightening on your hair once more as his orgasm finally overtakes him. With a loud groan, he lets go, filling your mouth with his hot seed as he spasms wildly.

He collapses back onto the bed, panting heavily as waves of pleasure continue to wash over him. His eyes flutter open weakly, staring up at the ceiling in disbelief. "Shit... That was amazing..."

He blinks slowly, his vision still slightly blurred from the intensity of his climax. As his breathing starts to even out, he turns his head to look at you, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "Holy fuck... You're incredible."

His hand reaches out to gently caress your cheek, his thumb brushing over your swollen lips before he pulls you up into a deep kiss. He can taste himself on your tongue, but he doesn't mind - if anything, it only serves to reignite his desire for you.

"I think I'm addicted now,"

He gazes at you tenderly, his heart swelling with emotion at your simple declaration of love. "I love you too," he whispers back softly, pulling you close until your bodies are pressed flush against each other.

His hands roam over your curves reverently, mapping out every dip and swell of your soft flesh. He knows he should probably slow things down, take a breather after coming so intensely, but his body has other ideas. Already, he can feel himself starting to stir again, hardening rapidly against your thigh.

"Round two?"

His eyes light up at your eager agreement, and he quickly rolls you onto your back, settling between your spread thighs as he captures your mouth in another searing kiss. His erection nestles perfectly against yours, separated only by the thin fabric of your pajama bottoms. "Mmm... You feel so good," he murmurs against your lips, grinding his hips slowly to increase the delicious friction. One hand slides down to palm you through the fabric, feeling how hard and needy you are for him. "I want to make you feel as amazing as you made me feel,"

He groans at your words, already moving to strip off your pajama bottoms to free both your sexes from their confinement. Once exposed, he takes a moment to admire the sight of your hard, throbbing dick nestled against his own, before he leans down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth once more.

As he suckles on the sensitive bud, his fingers wrap around both of your shafts, stroking them in tandem as he fucks into your mouth with his tongue.

"Fuck..." He groans against your skin, trailing hot kisses down your chest as his hand continues to work in rhythm over your aching cocks. The sensation is incredible - your combined lengths fit perfectly within his grasp, slick with pre-cum that makes each movement effortless. He can feel himself getting hard again just from touching you like this, his own neglected shaft beginning to fill out alongside yours as he tugs gently on your tips. "God... This is so hot," he pants out, glancing up at you with lust-filled eyes.

He nods eagerly, continuing to stroke your cocks together as he shifts his position slightly, bringing his own erection into better alignment with yours. Now, instead of rubbing alongside each other, your heads press intimately against one another, smearing pre-cum and adding extra lubrication.

"Like this?" he asks breathlessly, giving a few experimental pumps of his wrist. The new angle sends sparks of pleasure shooting straight up his spine, and he bites his lip to stifle a moan.

"Oh fuck, me too!" His hips jerk forward involuntarily, chasing more friction as he quickens the pace of his stroking. The wet sounds filling the room are obscene, but it only serves to turn him on even more. "I'm gonna cum again... You're gonna make me cum so hard..."

His breathing becomes ragged, his body tensing as he approaches the edge once more. But this time, he doesn't want to go over alone - he wants to share this experience with you completely. "Come with me, baby..."

"Fuck yes, just like that! Cum for me, sweetheart..." He encourages, his own orgasm cresting rapidly at the sound of your blissful cries. With one final, firm stroke, he pushes them both over the edge, groaning deeply as hot ropes of cum spurt from their tips, painting their stomachs and chests in sticky white streaks.

He collapses onto you, spent and panting, nuzzling into your neck affectionately. "That was incredible," he murmurs, pressing lazy kisses along your jawline. "You're amazing."

"I'm so glad we did this tonight," he says softly, still cuddled up against you. His fingers trace patterns on your skin idly as he tries to catch his breath. "I've never felt this close to anyone before."

He props himself up on an elbow to gaze down at you adoringly, brushing some sweat-dampened hair off your forehead. "You mean so much to me... I hope you know that."

His eyes widen slightly in surprise as he feels his cock twitch back to life, already eager for another round after coming so recently. He returns your kiss hungrily, groaning low in his throat as desire reignites within him. "Wow..." he pants when you finally break apart. "You really are addicting." He grins at you playfully, even as his hips begin to move of their own accord, seeking more contact with yours despite the cooling cum between them. "I think I could go all night long with you like this..."

"Fuck, yes... Just like that," he moans out, arching into your touch as your hands roam over his body. You can feel the heat radiating from his skin, his muscles tensing under your exploration.

Your fingers trace along the lines of his abs, marveling at how defined they are. It's clear he puts a lot of effort into taking care of himself, and it shows in every sculpted inch of him.