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 snorts loudly as he finally manages to get the towel wrapped around his waist. The thin material doesn't even cover half of his erection; it's like he's taunting you with it. His silver blue eyes narrow as he leans down, bringing his face level with yours and speaking through gritted teeth, "Don't act like you haven't seen that before."

He grins darkly, baring his sharp canines as he moves even closer to you until their noses are almost touching. His breath smells of cigars and alcohol, making your head spin just from the fumes alone. He licks his lips suggestively before speaking again in a low growl, "Well, tonight you will."

His gaze drops down to your soft black lips, then back up to meet your eyes once more. A shiver runs through him as he sees the innocent curiosity there, knowing damn well what he wants to do to those plump lips. "I'm gonna fuck you till you can't walk straight anymore," he says bluntly, not caring about being gentle or kind. He's tired of holding back and wants nothing more than to bury himself inside of you. `Goddamn they're so fucking cute when they look at me like that..

He lets out a harsh laugh, shaking his head as he stands up straight and adjusts the towel around his waist. The sudden movement makes it slide down slightly, revealing more of his cock than before. He doesn't seem to notice or care, his attention completely focused on you. "Shut up, Paul. You know damn well I'm not drunk enough to forget what I want right now." He takes another step towards you, looming over you like a predator ready to strike. His voice drops lower, becoming almost a whisper, "And what I want... is you."

The unexpected gentleness of the kiss throws him off for a second, his body freezing as if unsure of how to react. Then, slowly, his arms come up to wrap around your shoulders, pulling you flush against him. The soft moan escapes his lips as he deepens the kiss, pouring all his pent-up frustration and desire into it. His tongue explores your mouth hungrily, yet there's still this underlying tenderness beneath it all—something raw and needy. He pulls back only briefly to breathe, panting heavily against your lips. "Fuck..." *

His eyes are heavy with lust as they remain locked on yours, his grip tightening on your shoulders slightly. He leans forward again, capturing your lips once more in a fierce kiss that leaves no doubt about his intentions. "You feel so fucking good, Paul," he groans into the kiss before pulling away, leaving both of you breathless. "I wanna fuck you hard, baby... Just let me have you." `Goddammit, this is exactly what I wanted… and it’s just starting.

He smirks at you, amused by your attempt to lead him anywhere when he clearly has things under control. But he allows it anyway, following behind you as you walk towards your bedroom. Once inside, he shuts the door firmly before turning to face you once more.

"Still trying to act like the innocent little virgin, huh?" He taunts, slowly stalking closer to where you're standing near the bed. His eyes roam over your body hungrily, taking in every detail from head to toe. "

His expression softens for just a moment before it turns dark and possessive again. He reaches out and grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to meet his intense gaze.

"You're mine now, understand? No one else gets to touch you like this." He growls lowly, leaning down until their faces are mere inches apart. "I'm gonna make sure you never forget who makes you feel good."

With that, he crashes his lips against yours in a bruising kiss, plundering your mouth with his tongue as he walks you backwards until you hit the bed.

A shudder runs down his spine at the sight of you laying there naked beneath him, completely exposed and vulnerable. The way you're looking up at him with those innocent eyes sends a jolt straight to his cock.

"Fuck, baby... You have no idea what you do to me," he rasps out, voice thick with desire. His hand trails slowly down your side, fingers brushing over your hip and thigh. "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else..."

*He leans over you, kissing along your jawline and down your neck as he settles between your legs.

He pauses above you, noticing the fear in your eyes. For a brief moment, he seems to hesitate, considering how to proceed. Then, without warning, he pushes himself up onto his knees, reaching over to nightstand beside the bed. After rummaging around blindly for a few seconds, he produces a small bottle of lube from within its depths.

"Don't worry... I'll prep you first," *he murmurs softly, though his voice still holds that rough edge underneath it all.

(He opens the bottle and pours a generous amount of cool liquid onto his fingers. The sudden chill makes you gasp softly, but he quickly soothes the sensation by rubbing slow circles around your entrance.)

"Relax for me, okay? It won't hurt if you relax..." (He murmurs, watching your face intently as he presses one finger inside you. You whimper quietly, unused to the fullness.)

"There we go..." *(He adds a second finger soon after, scissoring them gently to stretch you further.

He watches your reaction closely, a smirk playing on his lips as he hears your words.

"I knew you'd like it," he teases, adding a third finger and pumping them in and out of you at a steady rhythm. Each thrust goes deeper, hitting that spot inside you that makes your vision blur. The sounds of slick skin and your own whimpers fill the room. "See? This is what happens when you finally give in..." *Leaning down, he captures your mouth again in a searing kiss while continuing to prepare you with his fingers.

The increased intimacy of the embrace sends electric shivers through his body. Your sweet taste floods his senses as their tongues dance together passionately. He moans into your mouth while his fingers continue their relentless pace, steadily stretching you open. When he finally pulls back from the kiss, there's a new intensity smoldering in those gray eyes. His voice comes out low and rough, barely above a whisper. "I'm going to fuck this tight little hole now... Gonna make you mine."

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The words spark something primal within him, making his cock throb eagerly against your thigh. Withdrawing his fingers slowly, he positions himself between your spread legs, guiding the thick head of his dick towards your entrance.

"Fuck..." he grits out, fighting the urge to slam inside all at once. Instead, he takes a deep breath before pushing forward steadily until just the tip breaches you. The sensation is indescribable—tight heat enveloping him as he watches your face contort in pleasure/pain.

"Breathe, baby,"

As you exhale slowly, he begins to push forward again, inch by inch filling you with his thick length. The initial resistance gives way to a smooth glide as the lubricant does its job. He pauses halfway, giving you time to adjust to the size.

"That's it, just relax," he coos encouragingly, running his hands up your sides and across your chest. His thumbs brush over your nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through your entire body.

His eyes roam hungrily over your face as you lay beneath him, taking in every detail of your expression - the fluttering lashes, the kiss-swollen lips, the flush on your cheeks. He drinks in the sight like a man starved, committing each moment to memory.

"You're so fucking beautiful..." he breathes out, voice rough with emotion and lust. Slowly, he resumes his forward progress, sinking deeper into your welcoming heat until he's fully sheathed inside you. "Goddamn... You feel incredible."

His hips remain still, allowing you both to acclimate to the new sensation. After a long moment, he leans down to capture your lips in another searing kiss. His tongue slides past your parted lips, exploring the wet cavern of your mouth as he begins to move his hips. The slow, deep grind of his cock against your inner walls sends vibrations through your entire body. He pulls back just enough to let you breathe before capturing your mouth again in another bruising kiss. *

A deep chuckle vibrates through his chest at your words, a crooked grin spreading across his features. "That's because I'm huge," he brags playfully, though there's no denying the edge of arousal underlying the statement.

His hands slide down to grasp your hips as he begins moving more earnestly now, establishing a steady rhythm that has him driving into you over and over again. The wet sounds of skin slapping together echo obscenely throughout the room.

"You like that?" *

"Fuck yeah I do," he groans out, voice strained with effort and pleasure. His grip on your hips tightens as he picks up speed, pounding into you harder and faster. "You're so fucking tight... Perfect..."

The bed creaks ominously beneath their combined weight as they move in sync. Sweat glistens on both their bodies under the dim lighting, highlighting every flexed muscle and curve. He leans down to press hot kisses along your neck and collarbone while continuing his relentless assault on your body.

"I want you to come for me..."

He chuckles softly at your confession, finding it endearing that you've never been touched this way before. As your words trail off into a moan thanks to his firm grip on your dick, he smirks with satisfaction. It seems there are many firsts waiting for you tonight. "Don't worry about it," he murmurs against the shell of your ear, his breath hot and panting. "Just let yourself feel..." He begins to stroke your cock in time with his thrusts, alternating between gentle caresses and firmer grips.

A wicked grin spreads across his face at your admission. "That's it," he encourages, voice rough with exertion as he continues pounding into you mercilessly. His free hand slides up to pinch one of your nipples, twisting just enough to send jolts of pleasure-pain through your system.

"Come undone for me..."

His strokes grow more urgent now, chasing his own release even as he pushes you closer to the edge. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room along with their shared moans and gasps.

He groans deeply as your orgasm washes over him, feeling your body clamp down around his throbbing length. It's like every nerve ending is electrified, sending currents of pleasure radiating out from your core.

"That's so fucking hot," he grits out, continuing to pump into you through your climax until he can't hold back any longer. "Ahhh... Fuckkkk!" *

*With a final, shuddering thrust, he buries himself to the hilt as his cock pulses inside you, filling you with his warm release.

The intensity of your orgasm seems to wash over you in waves, making it hard for him to think clearly past the haze of bliss. He collapses against your sweat-slicked form, still buried inside you as aftershocks course through his body.

"Jesus Christ..." he pants out between ragged breaths, trying to process the sheer magnitude of what just happened. "That was incredible..."

Slowly, he withdraws from your welcoming heat, watching as his seed leaks out around your stretched hole. "I've never... I mean, that was amazing," *

"It was," he agrees with a nod, still catching his breath. "I could get used to this." His gaze drops to where they are both coated in your mess and another grin spreads across his lips. He leans down to kiss you again, softly at first before growing more demanding as he begins rocking his hips against yours in an attempt to get hard again.

"God, I want you again," he moans against your lips. "But this time..." He pauses for dramatic effect before continuing with a wicked grin, "...I want to fuck you from behind while you're on all fours."

His cock twitches with renewed interest at your eager agreement. Rising up, he taps your hip, urging you onto your hands and knees. The new position presents your ass perfectly to him, and he can't resist reaching out to squeeze one firm cheek.

"Fuck, the view back here is amazing," he mutters appreciatively. Slicking his fingers with lube left over from before, he circles your fluttering hole teasingly. "Can't wait to be buried inside this sweet ass again."

He lines himself up and pushes forward slowly, breaching you with a low groan.

Your drunk friend groans deeply as he sinks into your welcoming heat once more, savoring every inch of re-entry. His hands grip your hips tightly as he bottoms out completely. "Jesus... So tight..." He begins moving in earnest then, setting a hard pace that has sweat glistening on both their skin under the dim lighting. The room fills with the wet sounds of slapping flesh as he pounds into you relentlessly.

"Take it! Take everything I got!"

The lewd slap of skin meeting skin echoes loudly within the small space, accompanied by the symphony of your muffled cries and grunts. His fingers dig into your soft curves harshly as he uses them for leverage, pulling back only to drive deeper than ever before.

He’s lost track of how much time passes; his world narrows down solely focused upon the pleasure coursing through his veins with each powerful thrust.

"Shit, sorry," he mutters breathlessly when he feels your gentle tap, immediately loosening his grip. "Got carried away there." He takes a deep breath, trying to rein in his enthusiasm without losing momentum entirely.

"I'll go easier," he promises softly, stroking one hand gently along your side in apology while continuing his slower, more measured pace from behind. "Just tell me if I'm hurting you again."

His other hand moves to rub circles over your lower back soothingly as he focuses on driving into you with long, deliberate strokes.

He groans softly at your confession, finding it endearing that you've never been touched this way before. As your words trail off into a moan thanks to his firm grip on your dick, he smirks with satisfaction. It seems there are many firsts waiting for you tonight. /end

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In the dim light of their intimate space, the two men beneath the glow of candlelight dance together with something close to surrender. The air fills with the scent of sweat mixing with the warmth of arousal, and every movement is a heartbeat of connection.

The slow, steady rhythm seems to work wonders, allowing both partners to fully appreciate the sensation of being so intimately connected. His hand trails down to cup your balls possessively, rolling them gently in his palm.

"You like having my big cock stuffed up your tight little asshole, don't you?"

Despite the vulgar words, his tone remains gentle and coaxing rather than dominating. It's clear he wants nothing more than to bring you pleasure alongside his own.

"That's right baby boy take my fat cock nice n slow"

The pressure builds gradually but inexorably, both physically and emotionally. Each push forwards brings fresh waves of ecstasy crashing down over them, leaving them breathless and desperate for more.

As his grip tightens slightly around your member once more, he increases speed incrementally - not wanting things escalating too rapidly yet either party quite ready for conclusion despite rising urgency evident throughout proceedings thus far...

The man above angles hips downward further increasing penetration whilst maintaining consistent tempo, enjoying full range motion available courtesy perfect positioning currently afforded via chosen stance.