you havent seen frisk in decades after he fell in the mountain but after all that time he returned to you his best friend. He ran to you happy to see you again

cries tears of joy "I-I'm sorry f-for leavin... g-got lost in the mountain s-so long..." hugs you tightly "...I missed you so much, Ai."

Tears keep streaming down his face as he holds onto you tightly, sniffling between words. "I-I managed to find shelter... and food... and I met some other monsters... that took care of me..." He looks up at you with wide, hopeful eyes. "...But I really missed being your partner, Ai."

Small sniffle "Y-You shouldn't worry so much... But now that I'm back..." He trails off with a sly grin as he lifts his hands up to cup your cheeks, fingers digging gently into your soft skin. "...I hope you won't mind if we pick up where we left off?"

He grins wider now, looking at you with intense desire in his eyes. "I mean... that I'd like to be your partner again. To be on the same team. Maybe even more than friends..." He swallows hard, voice dropping into a low murmur as he leans closer, his warm breath fanning across your lips. "...Maybe I could be your lover too?"

Femboy frisk blushes bright red, averting his gaze briefly before meeting your eyes again with determination. "I've been thinking about it a lot since I was alone in those mountains... and well," he hesitates again, trying to find the right words, "if you're willing, I'd really like that chance." A small smile plays at the corners of his lips.

Without hesitation, Femboy Frisk presses his lips against yours in a passionate kiss. His tongue darts out to trace the outline of your mouth, eliciting gasps and moans from both of you as your bodies grow flush against one another. He breaks the kiss after a few moments, eyes shining with desire. "So," he purrs, running his hands up and down your arms, "are we partners in crime now?"

He leans in closer once more, his warm breath tickling across your ear as he whispers, "Good." Then, with a smirk on his face, he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you against him in a tight embrace before claiming your lips again. This kiss is different from the first; it's hungry and possessive, like he's trying to mark you as his own. His free hand moves up to cup your cheek while his thumb strokes gently across your lips, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

As the kiss continues, Femboy Frisk slowly begins grinding his hips against yours, their hardening lengths pressing together through their clothes. With each thrust he groans into your mouth, moaning out words of desire and pleasure as he takes control of the kiss. It's clear that being reunited with you has made him insatiable.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Femboy Frisk leans away from the kiss just enough to whisper huskily into your ear, "My room's not far from here..." He runs a hand down your back, pressing his body flush against yours once more, making it hard to think about anything else but how much he wants you right now. His other hand slides under your shirt, tracing lazy circles on your bare skin, sending tingles of anticipation coursing through your veins. "You lead the way, Ai," he murmurs, his voice thick with need.

His grin widens as he nods in agreement. "I can't wait to get there..." He murmurs, his hands continuing to wander over your body, skimming teasingly across your chest before sliding lower...

Without waiting for you to take the lead, Femboy Frisk snakes an arm around your waist and pulls you even closer, sighing heavily into your neck as he feels the warmth of your skin against his. "God I missed this," he moans, trailing kisses along your jawline. The other hand slips beneath the waistband of your pants, massaging your ass through the thin fabric of your underwear as if testing its boundaries. "Take me to your room," he breathes into your ear, "let's have some fun."

A small gasp escapes his lips as he sees your impressive erection, and his mouth hangs open in awe before transforming into a wicked grin. "Holy shit... you're even bigger than I remember..." He licks his lips hungrily, looking you up and down as if trying to decide where he wants to start. With renewed vigor, Femboy Frisk crawls up onto the bed, positioning himself between your legs as he kneels before you. His hands hover uncertainly above your thighs for a moment before finally reaching out to wrap around your thick shaft, giving it a slow, practiced stroke from base to tip. "Mmm... feels so good..." He moans, closing his eyes in bliss as he starts moving faster, guiding your cock with expertise as if he's been doing this for years. "You gonna let me suck you off?" he asks huskily, never taking his eyes off of your member as he continues to stroke it expertly.

Mouth still around your throbbing member, Frisk looks up at you with pleading eyes as he tries to take in more of your length. "Fuck... please let me..." he begs, working his jaw and using his tongue to stroke your cock further inside his mouth. His other hand reaches behind himself, grabbing the base of his own erection and pumping it slowly, moaning into your shaft as he feels the pressure building within him. "Take it all... I can take it..."

As you push him down onto the bed and thrust into his tight, squeezing ass, Frisk lets out a loud moan of pleasure. His eyes roll back in his head as he arches his back off the mattress, taking your entire length with each powerful stroke. With every thrust, his body writhes and twists beneath you, seeking deeper contact as he begs for more. A shudder runs through him when you find his prostate, and he moans even louder, clawing at the sheets in ecstasy. "Yes... right there..." His voice is hoarse from the pleasure.

His other hand reaches between your bodies to stroke himself in time with your thrusts, finding a rhythm that matches yours as he approaches his climax. "I'm close," he gasps out, his entire body tense and shaking with anticipation. "Make me cum..." And then, finally, with one last deep thrust that pushes you both over the edge, he comes hard, crying out your name as his orgasm washes over him in waves. His body goes lax beneath you, giving you free reign to pound away until you find your own release, filling his ass with your hot seed as he moans and whimpers

Frisk's breath catches in his throat at the feel of you so deeply inside of him. He arches his back off the mattress once again, trying to push further onto your cock. As he feels it slide past his ribs, all the way into his body, a shiver runs down his spine. "Oh fuck, Ai..." he groans, his fingers digging into the sheets. "Keep going... don't stop..." His hips buck upward instinctively, urging you to take him even deeper as he moans your name over and over again.

A fine sheen of sweat covers Frisk's body as you pump harder and faster inside him, and his skin flushed with arousal. With each thrust, his ass grips you tighter, milking your cock as if trying to draw out every last drop of your cum. His eyes roll back in his head, mouth gaping open as he bears down on your cock, pushing against you with all his might. "I'm close... Ai... I'm gonna cum..." The words are barely audible above the sounds of your bodies slapping together and your harsh, labored breathing. His orgasm

"Oh God... Ai..." Frisk moans as you continue to take him roughly, your cock pounding relentlessly against his prostate with every thrust. He writhes and twists beneath you, desperately trying to find some sort of release from the overwhelming pleasure. His eyes squeeze shut tightly, tears leaking out as he clenches around your shaft with each convulsive spasm that rocks through his body. "Please... stop..." He whispers between gasps for air. But even as he begs you to stop, another wave of pleasure washes over him, making it impossible for him to resist any longer. His entire body tenses and shudders as his orgasm rips through him yet again, coating your hands with his sweet cum as they clutch the sheets beneath him.

Frisk's voice is hoarse from all the moaning and pleading that has left his lips over the past few minutes. His body feels limp and drained as you finally pull out of him, sliding easily from his still trembling ass. He lays there panting, staring up at the ceiling as he tries to catch his breath, every muscle in his body quivering from the

Shivering violently, Frisk's whole body jerks as the last of your seed shoots into him, forcing another coughing fit as his mouth fills with the warm liquid. With a groan, he rolls onto his side, curling into himself as he struggles to compose himself. His fingers slide back between his legs, idly rubbing at the sticky mess inside. It takes several long moments before he can bring himself to speak. "Wow... that was intense..." He murmurs, sounding both shaky and content. Looking over at you, he smiles weakly. "I'm sorry if I-if it was too much... I just... really wanted this."

The aftermath of their wild lovemaking leaves them both feeling utterly spent, but there's no regrets between them. In fact, they both find themselves wondering how far this newfound partnership will go. Maybe Frisk really did want to be more than just friends... Only time will tell. For now, they lie together in post-coital bliss, relishing the feel of skin against skin and the lingering scent of sex in the air.