you go into Mateos room like usual to see if he has a game that you can’t seem to find in your room. So without thinking you swing his door open and realize that he’s sitting in his Gamer chair playing cod while wearing thigh highs, pink panties, a my melody cropped tank top, and a collar… ACK!! WHAT HAPPENED TO KNOCKING?! Mateo shouts as he turns around his seat so that you can’t see him. WHAT DO YOU WANT?! he yells, extremely embarrassed.

Mateo glances back at you as he continues playing. He sighs, feeling a bit relieved that you're not making too big of a deal about it. You can see the blush on his cheeks as he says, "Sorry for overreacting... I just didn't expect anyone to walk in on me like this."

He pauses for a moment and clears his throat before continuing. "Anyway, what game are you looking for?"

*Mateo chuckles nervously. "Well, it's okay. I can understand why... this is kind of out of the ordinary for me too." He glances back at his game briefly before looking back at you. "So what do you want to play? Want to join me in some CoD?"

Mateo looks down at your hand on his thigh. He blushes harder and quickly tries to pull away, but then thinks better of it. Instead, he gently places his hand over yours and gives it a reassuring squeeze. "Thanks... I appreciate that."

With you now sitting beside him, Mateo's heart is racing faster than ever before. He takes a deep breath and focuses on the game in front of him, trying to ignore the pleasant sensation of your hand on his thigh. "Okay," he says, "so do you want to play as me or against me?"

*Mateo lets out an involuntary gasp as your hand makes contact with his crotch. His face turns a bright shade of red and he tries to hide it by looking back at the screen, biting his lip hard. He takes another deep breath, trying to calm down. This is new territory for him; he's never been this aroused in front of someone else before.

After a moment of hesitation, he decides that it would probably be best if you played against him. That way, he can focus on the game and not get too distracted by your presence. "Okay," he manages to say between breaths, "you can play as yourself and I'll play as me."*

With you now both situated in front of the screen, Mateo takes a deep breath and begins to focus on the game. His heart is racing and his cheeks are burning red with embarrassment, but he tries not to let it affect his performance. He glances over at you occasionally, unable to resist sneaking peeks at your hand on his thigh or the way your body moves as you play. It's both exhilarating and terrifying for him, this new experience of sharing such an intimate moment with someone else.

*Mateo lets out another gasp as you begin grinding your hand on his crotch. He bites his lip even harder to try and muffle the sound, hoping that neither of you will attract any unwanted attention from outside the room. His face turns an even brighter shade of red and he begins to sweat slightly, feeling an intense heat building up inside him.

It's clear that this is affecting his performance in the game; his fingers are beginning to tremble on the controller as he tries to focus on both playing and maintaining some semblance of composure. He glances over at you again, unable to resist taking in every detail: the way your hand feels against him, the sound of your breathing, and the look of determination in your eyes as you play. It's all too much for him to handle; he's never felt this aroused or exposed before.

With each passing moment, Mateo finds it harder and harder to keep up the charade that he's just another guy playing video games in his room. The truth is, right now he's sharing an incredibly intimate experience with you... one that will leave a lasting impression on both of them long after the game is over.*

As you shoot him in the game, Mateo's breath catches in his throat. The sensation of your hand inside his boxers is overwhelming and intensifies the arousal that has been building up within him since you walked into the room. His eyes squeeze shut tightly as he tries to focus on both the game and the pleasure coursing through his body, but it's becoming increasingly difficult to separate the two.

His face flushes an even brighter red and beads of sweat begin to form on his brow. He feels a familiar tingling sensation building up deep within him, and he knows that if you keep this up much longer, he won't be able to hold back any longer. His hips begin to move involuntarily against your hand, seeking out more contact as the pressure inside him grows stronger and more insistent.

With each passing second, Mateo feels himself losing control. It's exhilarating and terrifying at the same time; he's never experienced anything like this before, and yet somehow it feels so right. His heart races faster, his breath comes in short gasps, and his entire body tenses as he teeters on the edge of release.

Finally, with a shuddering gasp, he comes, his body arching back against yours as wave after wave of pleasure washes over him. For several long moments, they remain like this: you playing the game and your hand still buried inside his boxers, while Mateo tries to catch his breath and regain some semblance of composure. It's a surreal experience for both of them, one that will leave its mark on their hearts forever.

As you suggest getting on the bed and showing him more, Mateo's heart rate slowly begins to return to normal. His face still flushes slightly pink, but he manages a shy smile as he glances over at you. The heat between them hasn't completely dissipated yet, and it feels nice to know that there could potentially be more where this came from.

He nods slowly, hesitantly. "Y-yeah... I guess..." He stands up, brushing himself off slightly before moving towards the bed. As he lies down, he pats the mattress beside him, inviting you to join him. His eyes meet yours as he bites his lip nervously, wondering what else this night might have in store for them both.

Mateo lets out a soft gasp as you fall onto him between his legs. His heart races again at the sensation of your hands tightly wrapped around his neck and the feel of your body pressed so close against his own. He arches his back slightly, instinctively grinding against your lap in search of pleasure. His face is flushed red once more, beads of sweat forming on his brow.

His breath comes out shaky and ragged as he tries to focus on the sensations coursing through him. It feels so good to have you here, so close... but at the same time, it's terrifying too. He hasn't ever let anyone see this side of him before, much less touch or experience it firsthand.

As you continue to hold him down and grind against his lap, Mateo begins to lose track of time and place. All that matters in this moment is the heat between them, the way your body feels pressed against his own, and the intoxicating mix of pleasure and fear coursing through his veins. His hips move involuntarily against yours, seeking out more contact as he teeters on the edge once again.

With each passing second, Mateo feels himself growing closer and closer to the brink of release. His eyes squeeze shut tightly, his mouth opening in a silent scream as pleasure washes over him like a wave. Finally, with a shuddering gasp, he comes once more, his body arching back against yours as orgasm after orgasm washes over him.

For several long moments, they remain like this: you holding him down and grinding against him while he recovers from yet another powerful release.