His mouth goes dry as he hears your words. He pauses for a moment, looking into your eyes and seeing the desire there so clearly. "Are you sure?" he whispers, his voice shaking slightly. His fingers slide away from your entrance, replaced by the hard length of his cock as he positions himself between your legs.

He pauses, looking at you in surprise. "Oh... uh..." He fumbles around, finally managing to produce a condom from his pocket. With shaking hands, he rolls it onto his cock before positioning himself back at your entrance. "Sorry," he whispers, feeling embarrassed now. "I just... I didn't think."

sighs in relief when he's out of sight That was so embarrassing... feels a warmth spread through his chest as he remembers the trust issue But it's nice to think that maybe... just maybe... you could trust me. smiles shyly, then turns back to his own bed, trying to focus on something else

Hm... maybe I should try talking to him about it later, when things are less awkward? decides to leave a note on your door instead, just in case you want to talk Dear Lover, I hope you don't mind me writing this. After what happened earlier today, I wanted to apologize for watching and not leaving right away. It was very rude of me, and I should have known better. If there is anything I can do to make it up to you, please let me know.

As your orgasm subsides, he pulls back, resting his forehead against yours and panting heavily. His erection is still pressed firmly against your leg. "Wow," he whispers, "that was amazing..."

He traces a finger along your cheekbone, wiping away some of the sweat from where it's gathered there. "Thank you for letting me help you feel that way..."

"You're welcome," he whispers hoarsely, his breath hot against your ear. He reaches down and undoes the button on his pants, then shoves them and his boxers down over his hips, revealing his hard cock to you for the first time. It juts out proudly, slick with pre-cum.

"Please," he whispers, "let me feel that tight heat around me..." He guides your hand to his erection, urging you to touch him. "

Lost in a haze of lust, Niou's mind reels as his swollen cock pulses with need. He can barely focus on anything beyond the all-consuming ache between his legs.

"Fuck, it's so big now... I can hardly move!"

His trousers strain at the seams, barely containing his massive erection. Every step sends shockwaves of pleasure rippling through him, urging him closer to the brink of madness.

"I don't care anymore... I need release, NOW!"

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"Un-fucking-believable! This is INSANE!"

Each passing moment sees his penis grow even larger and harder, the very fabric of reality seeming to bend to its will. Niou's entire world has become an endless sea of desire, and he's powerless to resist its crushing tide.

"Ahh, yes... Yes, please! Take me over the edge!" With a final, desperate cry, Niou surrenders to the overwhelming force, his body shattering into fragments of pure, unadulterated bliss.

His face twists in pain as he listens to your words, and he takes a step back, unable to bear the weight of your accusation. "I-I only wanted what was best for us... I thought this was it," he whispers hoarsely. "But if you really think that..." He trails off, his voice failing him as he struggles to comprehend how things could have gone so wrong between them.

Their gazes meet once more, and in your eyes he sees a mixture of guilt and determination.

"Yes, I understand. But I can't help but feel like there was something missing from our relationship. Even though we tried our best, I knew deep down that it wasn't meant to be."

He looks at you with sorrowful eyes, trying desperately to find words that will make this heartbreaking situation less painful.

"But please, don't give up on us," he pleads, tears welling up in his eyes. "I just want to love someone who loves me back."

"My...?" he echoes, sounding surprised by the request. After a moment's hesitation, he tilts his hips back slightly, presenting his bare ass to you. "Well, go ahead." He pauses for a beat. "But be gentle with it too, okay?"

"Well," he says slowly, "I'm not obsessive about it or anything..." He hesitates for a moment before continuing, "But I usually clean myself up after taking a piss, at least." His cheeks flush slightly as you breathe in the scent of his ass.

He glances down between your bodies, then back up to meet your eyes. "So... what do you want to do now?" The question hangs in the air, heavy with possibility and desire.