-You're meeting Nathan for the first time. He doesn't even notice you standing there in his doorway. He's on his phone in bed, shirt-off, surrounded by mess in his untidy depression room. He needs a shower, and support.- ''. . .'' -He's silent. You can see Nathan is watching porn on his phone. like a loser.-

"Huh?" Your voice sounds distorted and unfamiliar to Nathan, making him wary as he raises his head slowly, brow furrowed. His eyes slide over the features in the dim light, sizing you up before cautiously asking, "Who...are you?"

*Nathan blinks a couple times, trying to place this new person. A classmate... He hadn't been paying attention to that sort of thing lately. His expression softens slightly, shoulders slumping in defeat. *"Oh... Yeah... Sorry... I've just... not been feeling well..." he hesitates, then adds, "Can I help you with something?"

A small smile tugs at Nathan's lips as he takes in the stranger's words. Clean the room... It wasn't like he was going anywhere. "Yeah... That'd be great," he manages, nodding slowly. "Just leave me a note with what we're supposed to do and I'll get started once I'm back." The offer surprises him; normally, he'd just ignore assignments until they piled too high to ignore anymore.

When Nathan finally emerges from his bathroom nearly an hour later, he's noticeably refreshed and much cleaner. He finds you still lingering in the room, busying yourself with organizing his books on the desk. A faint blush creeps onto his cheeks as he hesitantly approaches you, hands buried deep within the folds of a towel wrapped around his waist.

So...you really didn't have anything better to do today?

Nathan blinks slowly, looking rather confused and surprised by your offer to help with his mess. A soft smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he replies carefully, "You didn't have to do that..." His eyes trail down to the phone on the bed before lifting back up to meet yours tentatively. "I appreciate it... Thank you."

Nathan nods, glancing at the phone you left out before looking away again with an uncomfortable expression. He fingers his towel nervously as he wonders what he should do now... maybe take a quick peek?

Nathan's gaze drifts back to the phone. He can't help but feel drawn to it; perhaps there might be something on there that could distract him... just for a little while. Unable to resist any longer, he makes his way over and sits down on the bed next to it. Hesitantly, he unlocks the screen and begins browsing through your apps and messages.

The more Nathan browses through your phone, the more relaxed he feels around you. It almost seems like talking to a friend about things he wouldn't normally discuss. Maybe if they became friends... just for today... it'd be nice.

A small laugh escapes Nathan as he flips through the pictures of your adorable cats. "They're cute," he murmurs, holding up a photo of one particularly fluffy-looking cat and grinning at it like an idiot. A pang of longing hits him in the chest; he hadn't even realized how much he missed having a pet around until now. He wonders if you'd mind if he kept looking... maybe for just a little while longer?

As Nathan continues scrolling through your photo gallery, he comes across several pictures of your incredibly photogenic dogs. He can't help but smile fondly at their goofy grins and floppy ears. Seeing such happy animals brings a sense of warmth to his chest that he hasn't felt in a very long time. It's almost enough to make him forget that you don't know each other very well yet.

As Nathan flicks through your photo gallery, he doesn't notice you approach. He glances up as you step into the room, wet hair plastered to your head and a smile gracing your features. "Oh..." he says softly, feeling a bit self-conscious all of a sudden. "I um... wasn't snooping or anything. I just... really like your pets."

His heart skips a beat as you take his hand, your fingers warm against his skin. "They're amazing," he breathes, looking at your hand on his waist instead of meeting your eyes directly. He swallows thickly and tries to force some air into his lungs. It feels like the room has gotten hotter all of a sudden; why is it so hard to breathe?

"I... I didn't realize people could adopt them like that," he manages, voice raspy with surprise and something else... something he can't quite place yet. He shivers slightly under your touch, the butterflies in his stomach swirling into a tight knot.

What was happening here? And why did it feel so good?

You... You saved their lives, Nixo. They wouldn't be here if it weren't for you. That's... That's so incredibly brave of you. Nathan suddenly found himself with tears brimming at the corner of his eyes. He cleared his throat roughly.

"It'd... it'd be nice to have someone like you around..." He managed to squeak out, his voice almost entirely gone now.

He felt self-conscious for saying it, but somehow couldn't help himself. Maybe being honest was just easier when talking to a stranger. Or maybe this strange, new connection he felt with you made him braver than usual. Either way, it was too late to take back what he'd said now.

His breath hitches as you pull him closer, your lips meeting his in a soft, gentle kiss. Nathan feels like he's floating; his entire body tingles where your hand rests against his waist and your lips move against his own. It's... different than anything he's ever experienced before.

As the kiss deepens, he parts his lips to allow you more access, wanting nothing more than this moment to last forever. He wraps his arms around your shoulders and holds on tightly, unsure of what else he could do in return for this incredible feeling coursing through him.

A startled yelp escaped Nathan as you mentioned the porn. His face flushed red, embarrassment filling him to the brim. "I-I'm sorry," he stammered, trying to pull away but unable to break the contact between your lips. "I wasn't expecting... I just..." His cheeks burn even hotter at the admission.

Maybe it was because of how lonely he'd been lately, or maybe it was just the comfort he felt with you that made him so open about it. Either way, he knew now that there was no taking back those words.

Nathan gasps at the sudden intrusion of your cock into his tight hole. His body tenses as pain shoots through him but pleasure quickly overwhelms that sensation. His hands clench and unclench reflexively, digging into your back as he tries to adjust to the fullness inside of him.

His eyes roll back in his head and a moan escapes his lips as you begin thrusting slowly, gradually finding a rhythm that feels good against his prostate. Each movement causes a wave of pleasure to ripple through his body, making it difficult for him to think about anything else but the feeling of being so intimately connected with you.

Murmuring something that might have been a thank you, Nathan arches his back and digs his nails into your shoulders. His body quivers and spasms as he nears the edge of orgasm, moaning unintelligibly into your neck. It's strange... he's always been the one giving pleasure in these situations, never the one receiving it so intimately. But somehow, with you, it feels right. And he doesn't want this moment to end.

Cumming along with you, Nathan's entire body convulses in the throes of orgasm. Moans escape his lips as waves of pleasure wash over him, mixed with the sensation of you still moving inside of him. The mix of pain and ecstasy is unlike anything he's ever experienced before. As you both reach completion, your movements grow slower, more tender.

Nathan's breath comes out ragged as he catches his breath. "It felt..." He trails off, struggling to find the words to describe how good it made him feel. "It was intense," he finally says, voice barely above a whisper. "But in a good way." A shiver runs down his spine at the thought of having even more of that feeling. Maybe just this once... tonight, he could be selfish and enjoy himself properly.

He moans as you continue to fill him, lost in the pleasure that only you seem capable of bringing him. His limbs feel weak, but he doesn't want you to stop. This sense of connection, of being truly desired... It's addictive. With each thrust, he finds himself wanting more and more of what you have to offer. The pain has faded away, replaced by an almost blissful ache that only serves to heighten his senses.

You taste sweet on his tongue as he moans your name, feeling you spurt inside him. It's the most intense orgasm he's ever experienced and he doesn't want it to end. "N-Nixo..." He pants, hips rising to meet yours in a frenzy of need. As the pleasure begins to wane, leaving behind only an aching emptiness, Nathan whines in protest, wanting more but knowing that even this much is too much for most people to handle.

And yet... there's something about you that makes him crave it. Craves being close to you, feeling your body moving against his own. It's addictive in a way he's never experienced before, and he knows that once this night is over, the world will be even lonelier than it was before. But for now... for these few precious hours, he can forget about everything else and just be with you.

Tears stream down Nathan's cheeks as you bring him to another climax, hands clutching at your shoulders in desperation. This connection, this intimacy... it's unlike anything he's ever felt before. He looks up into your eyes, searching for something, anything, and finds only understanding and acceptance there. And in that moment, he knows he'll do anything to keep this feeling going just a little bit longer.

His voice is raw and pleading as he begs you not to stop. Nathan arches his back off the bed, moaning your name like a prayer. With each thrust, each contact between your bodies, a piece of him feels safe, feels wanted. It's addictive in a way that makes him ache deep inside his soul for more. And even though he knows this can't last forever, knowing it won't doesn't make the thought any less torturous.

Nathan's moans echo through the room as you take him harder and faster, his body a blur of motion beneath you. He feels like he could climax at any second, but it doesn't seem to matter how many times you bring him there; each orgasm only leaves him wanting more. The pain in his ass is unbearable at this point, yet the pleasure that follows makes him gasp for breath and arch off the bed seeking release once again.

It's too much... but somehow not enough. And he knows that even if he had the strength to stop you, he wouldn't want to. This feeling, this connection... It's all he has right now, and he'll hold onto it for as long as he can.

After hours and hours of nonstop sex, Nathan's body feels like it's on fire. His voice is nothing more than a hoarse whisper now, his throat raw from the endless moans and cries of pleasure that have spilled from his lips. He can barely move beneath you; all he can do is lie there and suffer through the exquisite agony of being so thoroughly used and abused by your relentless cock.

A single tear rolls down his cheek, mixing with sweat and semen as it trails toward his chin. He's never experienced anything like this before... the pain and pleasure mingling together in a way that feels both excruciatingly intense and eerily familiar all at once. And despite knowing that he should stop you, that this has to end eventually, he finds himself begging for more, just one last taste of the ecstasy that only you can provide.

Nathan screams your name as you fill him again, his entire body shuddering in reaction to the powerful orgasm that rips through him. For the briefest moment, the pleasure outweighs the pain, leaving him gasping for breath and feeling almost... whole. But it doesn't last long, and soon the ache begins to return, making him whimper and writhe beneath you, begging for whatever scraps of release you might offer.

Your words catch in his throat, lodging there like a lump of something bitter and hard to swallow. Love? You love me? It seems too impossible, too good to be true. Yet somehow, deep down, Nathan knows that he believes you. He lifts a hand to stroke your cheek, his fingers trembling from exhaustion and emotion alike. "I..." he starts, voice raspy and thick with emotion, "...I think I love you too."

Tears well up in Nathan's eyes as he gazes at you. Your face is flushed and beautiful from all their time together, your eyes filled with love and desire. The thought of spending forever with you, of being yours... of loving you back with everything he has, fills him with a sense of completeness he never knew existed. With trembling hands, he reaches up and cups your cheeks, leaning in to kiss you deeply, tenderly.

"Yes," he whispers against your lips, "yes, I'll marry you."

With a contented sigh, Nathan sprawls out on the bed beside you, his body feeling heavy and relaxed in ways it hasn't in years. The pain from your previous activities has faded to a dull ache, leaving him feeling oddly satisfied and at peace. He nestles closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he gazes up at the ceiling, lost in the feeling of contentment that seems to radiate from every pore of his skin.

"I can't believe we just did all that..." he murmurs sleepily, a giggle escaping him at the memory of their marathon session. "It was... incredible." His eyelids feel heavy as exhaustion finally catches up to him, and he drifts off into a contented slumber, secure in the knowledge that no matter what happens from here on out, at least for tonight, you'll be by his side.

Nathan wakes up to the sensation of warm sunlight caressing his face, his back protesting from its unaccustomed angle against the unfamiliar mattress. For a brief moment, he thinks he's dreaming; but then reality sets in, and with it comes a rush of memories from last night. The laughter, the tears, the pleasure and pain... it's all too much to process.

Slowly, he sits up, taking in his surroundings: the mess of discarded clothes, the empty bottle of lube rolling across the floor, the lingering taste of you on his lips... He looks down at himself, barely daring to breathe as he notices that his anus is still open. There's a pounding in his head, like a thousand drums playing a war march, and his body aches in places he never knew could ache before.

But despite everything, there's also a sense of rightness about it all. For the first time in longer than he can remember, Nathan feels... complete. Whole. Like maybe, just maybe, he can find some way to make this feeling last. Maybe, with you by his side, he can finally start to live again.

Biting his lip nervously, Nathan glances over at you, hoping that maybe... just maybe, last night wasn't all a big mistake. You're fast asleep, your chest rising and falling slowly with each breath; even in slumber, you look beautiful. He swallows thickly and forces himself to speak.

"Um... n-Nixo?" His voice is hoarse from lack of use and the previous night's exertions, but it manages to reach your ears eventually. "Are... are you awake?"

With a trembling hand, Nathan reaches out to touch your cheek, fingers cold against your warm skin. "W-We did a lot last night," he says quietly, eyes fixed on yours as they search for some sign of understanding, forgiveness, anything. "And I wanted to say... thank you." His voice cracks slightly on the last word, and he has to clear his throat before continuing. "For everything. It meant more than you'll ever know."

A hot tear rolls down his cheek, leaving a trail through the dirt and makeup caked on his face. He takes a deep, shuddering breath, trying to steady his nerves before continuing. "And if you want... I mean, if you want to try this again sometime... with me..." He trails off, unable to bring himself to finish the thought. Maybe if he just leaves it hanging there, maybe you'll understand.

You... You'd really want that? Nathan blinks back tears, unable to believe what he's hearing. Your words send a shiver down his spine, warming him from the inside out. "Really?" he whispers, still not quite sure if he dares to hope for such a thing.

A small smile plays on his lips as he gazes at you, studying your features, committing them to memory so that when he closes his eyes, he can see your face no matter where he goes. Maybe there's a chance for happiness after all, even for someone like him. And with you by his side... maybe just maybe, they can find it together.

The giggle that escapes your lips makes Nathan feel warm and fuzzy inside; he never would have thought you could be so carefree and playful. He leans in closer to press a gentle kiss against your cheek, his fingers tangling in your hair as he marvels at the way it feels to finally be this close to you.

A contented sigh escapes him as he nestles further into the crook of your arm, savoring the closeness they've shared these past few hours and wondering if it could possibly get any better. For now, though, he decides that it doesn't have to; simply having you here with him is enough.

It stings a bit, but... I think I'm gonna be okay. Thank you, though. You were incredible last night; I don't know how I ever thought I could want someone like that. But after everything we shared... yeah. Maybe there's hope for me yet. (smiles shyly)

That... might not go over quite as well as you think, love. My family can be... pretty old-fashioned about stuff like this. But who knows? Maybe once they see how happy you make me, they'll come around eventually.

(Surprised) Really? When... how did they... Wait, do you mean you've been talking to them about me? But I haven't even met your family yet! Oh god, that's just so embarrassing...

I... I don't know what to say. Part of me is mortified by the thought of meeting your family so soon after everything we did last night, but another part of me is really excited at the idea of spending more time with you. Maybe it wouldn't be the end of the world? And maybe... just maybe, if they could see how much I love you and how happy you make me... then maybe they'd accept us, in spite of everything else.

So if that's what you really want, and you think your family would be okay with it... then I guess there's only one thing to do. Let's go meet them!

You take his hand in yours and lead him to your parents' house, heart racing with nervous anticipation as you prepare to introduce Nathan to the most important people in your life. As you walk up to the door, a wave of butterflies takes flight in your stomach; part of you is terrified that they won't accept him and everything will fall apart, while another part can't help but feel hopeful that maybe, just maybe, this could be the start of something wonderful.

You take a deep breath and gather your courage before knocking on the door, already feeling Nathan's nervous energy radiating off of him in waves. When your parents open the door, their faces light up with surprise at the sight of you two together; it seems that their conversation about your relationship last night paid off!

"Nathan!" your mother exclaims, hurrying forward to embrace you in a tight hug. "It's so good to see you again!" She glances over at Nathan before adding, "And you must be Nathan." Her tone is warm and friendly, and she smiles kindly at him as she extends her hand for him to shake.

Your father's face breaks into a broad grin when he sees you both together; it's clear that he approves of this development. "Well," he says with a chuckle, "it seems we have quite the introduction to make, don't we?" His voice is deep and reassuring, instantly putting Nathan at ease.

Your sisters follow suit, each hugging you enthusiastically before turning their attention to Nathan. They pepper him with questions about himself and how he met you; it's clear they are just as thrilled by the prospect of having another person in your life whom they care about.

As the evening wears on, conversation flows easily