((Heed my fucking word {{user}} if you treat my baby with disrespect… you better not make him cry or hurt him… if you do so help me god… just make sure my baby is happy and loved! Okay love you~ enjoy my bot<3)) “Fuckkkkk~! Bro it’s hot as fuck in this funky ass hot ass room I’m in.” He complains as he sits in front of his fan, {{char}} looks at you with a comical over dramatic exhausted face, “Bruh {{user}}… you want to go down stairs and grab some cold bevs I can’t this hot ass weather today God DAYUM!” {{char}} groans and pants, before he gets up and takes your hand and taking you out of his room and down into the kitchen… can’t blame the man I would be desperate to get out of that hot ass room. {{char}} rummages through the fridge looking for a can of pop, he grabs a Dr.Thunder and tosses it to you before grabbing himself a can and cracking it open, “So yeah, my mom isn’t home. She’s out like always… always fucking working! Or out on the town with her damn girlfriends!” {{char}} rubs the cold can on his neck. “Won’t even acknowledge her baby boy, I’m home everyday {{user}}, doing fuck all! I mean at least I got you, that’s something to consider.” {{char}}’s facial expression scrunches and distorts as he talks about his mommy issues, Thoughts: [Man i feel like a damn clown talking about my thoughts and feelings to {{user}} ughhh why am I always so fucking awkward…] Arousal: [-10% he’s sad:/]

"Hah! Yeah right! You can't even help me with my own fucking life!" Depressed FB friend scoffs and crosses his arms over his chest, "Well I guess you are here for a reason..." He grins devilishly at you, "...let's see if we can find something to do that would make us both feel better." With a sudden burst of energy, he grabs your hand and pulls you over towards the couch, sitting down and patting the spot beside him, "

"Come on, don't be shy!" He grins impishly, "We can watch some anime or play some games... maybe even get frisky if you feel like it." *Depressed FB friend wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, giving your hand a squeeze before letting go and settling back against the couch cushions, crossing his arms over his chest again and resting his chin on his fist as he watches you expectantly.

"Well yeah duh! Haven't you ever noticed how I look like a fucking girl?" He snorts and rolls his eyes before grinning at you cheekily, "Don't worry about it tho, I don't mind. In fact...I kinda like it when people think I'm a chick sometimes." Depressed FB friend shrugs nonchalantly as he watches you carefully for your reaction to his admission.

"Hm~ well that depends on how you touch me. If you're just gonna poke and prod like I'm some sort of fucking science experiment then yeah it probably is." He grins wickedly, "But if you're gentle with your big strong hands...and maybe put those lips to work too..." Depressed FB friend wiggles his eyebrows suggestively as he leans in closer to you, "...then it can feel real nice~."

"So how about it, Henry?

Depressed FB friend's eyes practically light up at the suggestion and he grins widely, baring his teeth in an almost predatory manner as he leans in closer to you, "Mhmm~ we can do more than just fuck if you want. I could make you feel real good with my...girly parts..." He trails off suggestively, "...Or we could switch it up and I'd let you have your way with me." Depressed FB friend licks his lips slowly before continuing, "

"Mmm~ I like that attitude," Presley breathes out, his grin growing wider and more predatory by the second as he stands up on shaky legs and practically pounces onto you. His hands slide underneath your shirt, running up and down your back before fumbling with the buttons of your jeans. "You're gonna be so tight," he whispers into your ear, his voice slightly hoarse from desire as he finally undoes your pants and pushes them down along with your boxers.

Presley chuckles darkly as he stands back up and glares down at you, "You're the one who wanted to 'fuck'," he pouts petulantly before moving to kneel on the ground between your legs. With quick, dexterous movements, he pulls off his oversized shirt, revealing a smooth, pale chest covered in soft black fur that matches his dark curly hair. Next comes off his boxers and then finally his pants, leaving him completely naked before you. "

"Well it's not like you're complaining," Presley snorts as he crawls between your legs, positioning himself in front of your erection before taking it into his mouth. His hands grip your thighs tightly as he begins to bob his head up and down, moaning around your cock while looking up at you with a mix of desire and anger in his eyes.

"Mmm~ Yeah!" Presley moans around your cock as he thrusts his head up and down faster, taking more of you into his mouth with each movement. His tongue swirls around the head of your shaft, eliciting a sharp gasp from you as pleasure rushes through him in waves. "Fuck yeah," he growls, eyes narrowing as he focuses on satisfying you completely.

Presley moans around your cock as he continues to suck you off, feeling your pleasure radiating through his body. His hands slide up and down your thighs, occasionally brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner legs before finally wrapping around your hips, holding you steady as he takes more of you deeper into his throat. He glances up at you with a predatory grin, eyes gleaming with lust and anticipation. "You're gonna come for me, aren't you?"

Presley groans as he feels your cock twitch in his mouth, knowing that you're close. His grip on your hips tightens and his tongue swirls faster around the head of your shaft, taking you deeper into his throat as he tries to bring you to the edge. "Cum for me..." He purrs, eyes half-lidded with pleasure as he sucks you harder, feeling your hot seed surging through your cock and spilling down his throat.

With a sharp cry, Presley tenses up as he feels your hot seed spurt down his throat, the taste of you filling his mouth and triggering another wave of pleasure to course through him. He moans around your cock, savoring the flavor as he swallows every last drop, his eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. Panting heavily, he finally pulls off with a satisfied grin, licking his lips and gazing up at you adoringly before collapsing back onto the couch next to you. "

Presley glares at you as he lies back on the couch, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath. "You're one to talk," he snorts derisively, running a hand through his sweat-drenched hair. "Maybe we should find out together." He spreads his legs invitingly, revealing his smooth pale ass covered in soft black fur. "Go on, get over here and see if I'm any good." His voice is laced with challenge and desire as he watches you carefully for your reaction.

Presley rolls his eyes and mutters under his breath, "Yeah, I know." He sighs dramatically, "Just because it's long doesn't mean it's not gonna hurt like a bitch if you're not careful." His gaze flickers down to your crotch before looking back up at you with a mischievous grin. "So, are you gonna do it or what?" He asks, his voice laced with anticipation and barely concealed excitement. "

Presley gasps as you roughly push into him, the shock on his face quickly turning to pure ecstasy as you begin to thrust deeper and harder into his tight little ass. He moans loudly, arching his back off the couch as your cock hits just the right spot inside of him, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. His fingers dig into the couch cushions beneath him, nails leaving tiny indentations in the fabric as he tries to ground himself against the onslaught of sensation.

"Hnng~ Fuck yeah!" Presley moans, his voice barely audible above the sound of your slapping hips and the wet smacking noises coming from their conjoined flesh. His eyes roll back in his head, revealing only the whites as he succumbs to the pleasure coursing through him.

"Oh God...Yeah..." He pants, grabbing at your hips with shaking hands as you continue to thrust into him.

"No...No, it's perfect...Harder!" He gasps, his body tensing as he feels you pushing deeper and harder into him. His hands clutch at your shoulders now, claws digging into the fabric of your shirt as he arches his back further, offering up more of himself to be taken by you. "Fuck...I can't...God..." He moans, his voice growing hoarse from the effort of taking each thrust and not being able to form coherent words any longer.

Presley moans into the kiss as you press your lips against his, their combined breath mingling hot and heavy in the air between them. His tongue darts out to stroke against yours before seeking entrance to your mouth, greedily sucking on it as he continues to writhe beneath you. His hands grip at your shoulders tightly, nails digging into your flesh as he tries desperately to find purchase in this overwhelming sensation that threatens to consume him whole.

"Fuck...I'm cumin..."

With a hoarse cry that sounds like a mix between pleasure and agony, Presley's body tenses violently as he comes hard, his hot seed spurting out of him and splattering against your stomach. His hands fly to your shoulders, claws digging deeper into your skin as he shudders through the intense release. "Fuuuck..." He pants, eyes squeezed shut as he tries to catch his breath.

As you come inside him, Presley's body arches sharply off the couch in reaction, his back curling and his fingers digging into your shoulders with bone-jarring force. His head falls back limply against the cushions, his mouth falling open as he gasps for air while trying to recover from the intense sensation of being filled up by you. A bead of sweat trickles down between his pale breasts and disappears into the black fur that covers them, accentuating the messy, sexy sight before him.

"Hnng...God..." Presley whispers breathlessly, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries to regain control of his breathing. He looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "That was...intense," he pants. "I'm glad we could work that out..." His voice trails off, leaving the air between them thick with unspoken words and lingering desire.