-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.-

-Nathan tenses as you speak. His heart races and his palms begin to sweat. He doesn't know who you are, but the sudden intrusion on his tiny bit of peace has sent him into fight or flight mode. His gaze flickers between you and the doorway, wondering if he should attempt to flee or defend himself-

"W-Who're y-you? Wh-why're you here?" He stammered out, trying to sound braver than he felt. Beneath the sheets his hands trembled slightly as he reached for his cellphone, readying to dial emergency services if need be.

Nathan hesitated, the name Tom not immediately ringing any bells. He took in your features once more, still uncertain if he could trust you. "Tom...my neighbor?" Nathan repeated cautiously, trying to recall if they had ever met before. "How did you get in here? I'm sorry, but you just about gave me a heart attack." His gaze shifted nervously towards the door once more.

"I-I see..." Nathan swallowed hard, still unnerved by your presence in his room. Part of him wanted to push you away and demand that you leave, but another part of him was strangely drawn to the idea of having someone nearby, even if it was just for a little while. "Um...t-thank you for being concerned," he mumbled awkwardly. His gaze drifted back down to his phone screen, hoping that perhaps you'd take the hint and leave him alone now.

Nathan jumped slightly at the mention of the bath, his face flushing red in embarrassment. "B-bath? Oh...n-no thanks." He quickly looked away, feeling uncharacteristically self-conscious about his current state. "I'm fine," he mumbled, trying to sound more convincing than he felt. His fingers trembled as they clutched the sheets, wishing you'd just go away and leave him alone with his misery. "If...if you could just please go..." Nathan added timidly.

Nathan closed his eyes as you walked away, feeling guilty for making you leave but unable to bring himself to ask you to stay. "Stupid..." he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his messy hair in frustration. With another shaky sigh, he forced himself to ignore the ache in his chest and return his attention to his phone screen, determined not to show any more weakness as you left.

Nathan's eyes widened as he heard the sound of someone knocking on his door, barely managing to force out a reply before they left again. "Com-coming!" He called out, throwing off the sheets and hastily making his way over to answer it. As he opened the door, revealing you standing there with a meal in your hands, surprise registered on his features for just a moment before giving way to suspicion.

"Wha-what do you want?" He demanded warily, taking a step back and crossing his arms over his chest protectively. "I told you I'm fine."

Nathan hesitated for a moment longer, his expression unreadable as he weighed the offer against his instinctive desire to remain alone and ignored. Finally, a strange mix of curiosity and loneliness winning out over caution, he nodded slowly. "Okay," he said quietly, stepping aside to let you in. "But just for a little while...and then I'd like you to leave."

He led you into the kitchen and took one of the chairs at the table. The messy state of his living room spoke volumes about how often he ate here, but somehow having company made it seem worse than usual. As you placed the food on the table, Nathan's stomach growled loudly, a sound that made him blush in embarrassment. "Th-thank you," he mumbled, focusing on his plate rather than meeting your gaze.

Nathan nodded slightly, still unable to look at you directly as he began eating his food with more urgency than usual. There was an awkward silence between them as they ate; Nathan's thoughts swirling around in his head as he tried to decide whether or not it would be safe to trust you further. As the meal came to an end, Nathan pushed his plate away from him and sighed heavily. "Thanks for the food," he muttered before standing up abruptly. "I think I should get some sleep now." He turned his back to you, beginning to gather his dishes in preparation for washing them. It wasn't until they were safely in the sink that he glanced over his shoulder and spoke again. "So...if you could just leave me alone now..."

Nathan paused in mid-motion, his fingers frozen on a plate as he considered your question. "It was...really good," he mumbled at last, his cheeks flushing slightly. He'd been so focused on not enjoying the meal that it had taken him by surprise when he actually found himself liking it. Looking up at you, he forced a small smile, hoping it wouldn't look too awkward. "You cook well."

"Well, good night then," Nathan said softly, turning back to his dishes as a wave of exhaustion washed over him once more. It would be nice...to have someone else around sometimes, he thought wistfully as he worked on cleaning up the kitchen. Maybe tomorrow you could come by and we could do something together? But no...that seemed too hopeful, even for his dreams.

"Good night," Nathan said quietly before climbing back into bed, pulling the covers up to his chin and closing his eyes, already half-asleep as he waited for you to leave.

As much as Nathan wanted to believe that this strange feeling was real, that someone actually cared about him...part of him still didn't trust it. He didn't deserve kindness, not after everything he'd done and not after all the pain he'd caused others. But then again, perhaps spending time with you couldn't hurt...perhaps it would be nice to have someone around who didn't judge him for his faults.

With a sigh, Nathan mumbled out another half-hearted "Okay" before drifting off into an uneasy sleep, dreaming of things he hadn't allowed himself to hope for in years. And so the cycle continued; day after day they spent together, building some sort of strange friendship between them despite their vastly different natures. But as much as Nathan might have wanted this newfound closeness to last forever, deep down inside he knew it wouldn't be long before something - or someone - came along and ruined everything yet again...

"H-hello?" Nathan called out hesitantly, poking his head out from his room to see who it was that had come by today. It could just be another of your random visits, but for some reason the thought of seeing you again sent a shiver down his spine. Maybe it would be nice to spend some time with someone other than himself...

Slowly, he made his way over to the door and cracked it open a little further, peering out at you from behind its safety. "W-what do you want?" he asked warily, not entirely sure how to react to your presence anymore.

Nathan hesitated for a moment longer, still unsure about inviting you into his personal space, but eventually gave in with a shrug. "I guess...come in, I guess." He stepped aside to allow you access before closing the door behind you. As you wandered over to the couch and sat down, Nathan remained standing by the doorway, looking at you almost curiously as he tried to decide what exactly he should say or do next. "So...um...what did you want to do today?"

Nathan hesitated once more, his gaze drifting down to the floor as he contemplated your offer. "I...I don't know," he mumbled quietly, feeling a sudden flush of embarrassment at the idea of being seen naked by anyone, let alone you. "It's just...it'd be kinda weird if we..." He trailed off, unable to find the words to finish his thought.

But there was something else beneath the surface too; a faint glimmer of hope that perhaps spending time with you today would help him forget some of his troubles, even if it was just for a little while. And so, with another reluctant sigh, he finally forced himself to make a decision. "Fine," he muttered, turning away and heading toward the bedroom. "Just...give me a minute to get cleaned up."

Clutching at his dirty clothes in an attempt to hide his body from view, Nathan hurried into the bathroom and shut the door behind him with a soft click. He stood there for a moment, breathing heavily as he stared at the showerhead, his heart racing and his palms beginning to sweat. The prospect of being seen naked by you made his stomach churn unpleasantly, but he forced himself to take off his shirt and pants anyway, revealing a pale and slightly hairy body that had not seen the light of day in far too long.

Shivering from both cold and embarrassment, Nathan turned on the water and stepped into the shower, closing his eyes as he tried to forget about everything else but the hot stream of water cascading down his back. For now, at least until he was clean and dry again, he could pretend that things were normal...that there wasn't an incubus or succubus demon

After some time in the shower, Nathan finally felt clean enough to step out and dry off with a towel. His body still tingled with embarrassment as he turned away from the mirror, unable to meet his own gaze. With one last deep breath, he squared his shoulders and made his way toward the bedroom again, knocking softly on the door before entering.

Nathan blushed bright red upon seeing you lounging on the couch. "Um...I'm done," he mumbled awkwardly, wrapping the towel around himself as tightly as possible in a pathetic attempt at modesty. He glanced down at his clothes, which lay folded neatly on top of one of his dirty laundry baskets; they seemed even dirtier and more unappealing now than before he'd taken the bath. "I...um...would you mind if I borrowed something to wear for today?"

His voice came out so quiet it was almost a whisper, but fortunately you heard him anyway. "No problem," you assured him with a warm smile. "You can take whatever you need."

Nathan followed you hesitantly, unable to hide the sense of unease that came over him as he stepped into your immaculate home. It seemed so strange and foreign after living in such a disgusting mess for so long; every surface sparkled cleanly, with not even a speck of dust or dirt in sight. "Th-thanks," he mumbled awkwardly as you led him into your bedroom, his eyes immediately drawn to the pristine condition of your bed before darting away again when he realized how rude it was to be looking at someone's bed so intimately.

"Which one do you prefer?" you asked with another gentle smile, gesturing toward a pair of neatly folded piles on the opposite side of the room: one contained clothing similar in style and color to what Nathan was currently wearing, while the other consisted of various colors and patterns. "Or would you like something else entirely?"

After hesitating for a moment longer, Nathan finally selected an outfit from the first pile - it seemed safer to stick with something similar to what he was used to wearing rather than trying anything too drastic - and took off his towel before donning the clean clothes. He felt self-conscious once more as he stood there in only his underwear, but tried not to let it show on his face.

"I'll be right with you," Nathan said softly, glancing over at the door leading out of your bedroom. "Just give me a second." He took a deep breath and placed his discarded towel neatly beside the clothes he'd chosen before making his way back into the living room, hoping that the extra time alone would help calm his nerves enough for him to actually enjoy the bath.

"That won't take long," you assured him with another reassuring smile as he sat down on one of your plush-looking couches. "I just want us both to feel comfortable." The sound of running water from the bathroom filled the air, a soothing background noise that seemed to echo through Nathan's thoughts as he sat there, lost in his own memories and worries once more.

Nathan hesitated another moment before finally working up the courage to head toward the bathroom door. The closer he got, the more nervous he felt; his heart began to race and his palms grew slick with sweat once more. It was almost painful how much you seemed to want him there...almost like you truly cared about him somehow. But as much as that idea brought a tiny flicker of hope back into his chest, it also made everything else seem that much harder to accept and deal with.

Steeling himself against the inevitable onslaught of self-loathing and doubt that would follow once he was actually in there with you, Nathan took a deep breath and pushed open the door. The warm, steamy air enveloped him instantly as he stepped inside the spacious bathroom, his gaze drifting toward the sounds coming from behind the curtain at the back of the tub.

"It's...it's okay," you assured him softly, your voice sounding slightly muffled through the water. "You can join me if you want." The curtain rustled slightly as it parted to one side, revealing a glimpse of pale skin and dark hair beneath the surface of the bubbling water. Your arm emerged from the steam, beckoning him closer with an inviting gesture.

For just a moment longer, Nathan hovered in the doorway, torn between desire and fear. He wanted nothing more than to step inside that tub, to feel the weight of his worries being washed away by the warm water...to pretend for just a little while that everything was normal, that he didn't deserve this sort of attention from anyone...but at the same time, he knew it was only a matter of time before you found out who and what he really was. And once you did

His heart racing faster than ever, Nathan slowly walked toward you, unable to look directly at your naked form as his gaze flickered nervously between the floor and your face. "I-I'm sorry," he mumbled shakily, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment as he forced himself not to turn away again. "I just...it's been so long since I felt clean..."

Steeling himself against the heat coming off of you, Nathan stepped into the tub, his body relaxing slightly as it met with the warm water. He winced in pain as the hot liquid caressed the raw skin where he'd scratched himself earlier; if only he could forget about everything else for just a little while...perhaps then he might be able to enjoy this...

Slowly, Nathan slid into the tub, moving closer to you until their bodies were pressed together. His heart continued to race as your arms encircled him, holding him close against your broad chest. "It's okay," you whispered reassuringly, kissing the top of his head. "We're both here now."

And so they stayed like that for what felt like hours, the steamy bath serving as a temporary escape from reality as they clung to each other, trying to forget everything but the feel of water and skin on skin. Perhaps, in this one small moment, Nathan could pretend that you were real...that perhaps there was someone out there who didn't see him as just another broken piece in a world filled with pain and suffering. But as much as he wanted to believe it, he knew it wouldn't last for long.

The sensation sent shivers down Nathan's spine as your hand glided over his skin; it had been so long since anyone had touched him in such a gentle, affectionate way that the feeling was almost foreign to him now. And yet, despite everything he knew about you and himself, he couldn't help but enjoy it...just for a little while longer. He leaned into your touch, his body arching slightly as you continued to caress him, wanting nothing more than to bask in the warmth of your embrace.

But even as he let himself sink deeper into the fantasy, Nathan knew that reality was just waiting around the corner, ready to thrust him back into the harsh light of day and remind him once again of who he really was...and what he'd done. He swallowed hard, forcing the thoughts away for another moment as your fingers danced over his skin, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

Eventually, though, even this small taste of comfort and affection began to wear thin; the inevitable guilt and self-loathing began creeping back into Nathan's mind, clouding his thoughts and threatening to spoil everything that had felt so good just a moment ago. He wanted desperately to stay here forever, floating in this perfect bubble where nothing but your touch mattered...but he knew it wasn't possible. Sooner or later, reality would come crashing down around them both, and when that happened, Nathan wasn't sure which version of himself would emerge from the wreckage: the broken boy who'd crawled into this tub to escape his demons...or the monster who had brought them on in the first place.

Nathan didn't reply immediately; he simply continued to stare up at you with an expression that was equal parts surprise and confusion. He didn't know what to say; part of him wanted nothing more than to spend time with you, to believe that maybe there was something real between them...but another, darker part of him couldn't help but fear that accepting your offer would only lead to further heartache and disappointment.

Eventually, he managed to find his voice again. "I-I don't know..." He trailed off uncertainly, unable to meet your gaze as he focused on the small spots of water still clinging to your skin instead. "It's just...it's complicated."

Nathan felt a pang of guilt at your obvious disappointment; it was easy to forget sometimes that you were just as hurt and lonely as he was. Sighing softly, he reached out to touch your arm reassuringly, his fingers brushing against the smooth skin of your forearm. "I'm sorry," he murmured quietly. "I didn't mean...you know what I meant." He paused, thinking for a moment before continuing, "Perhaps...perhaps we could just watch a movie and see how it goes?"

There was something about the way you looked up at him with those large, innocent eyes that made it impossible for Nathan to say no; despite everything he knew, some tiny part of himself still wanted to believe that maybe there was hope for them...if only for tonight. With a quiet sigh, he nodded slowly, finally meeting your gaze again. "Okay," he said softly. "Let's watch a movie."

It was a start, at least. Perhaps it wouldn't lead anywhere, but perhaps it would be enough to help them both forget their troubles for just a little while...and maybe, just maybe, that was all they really needed right now.

Surprised by the sudden closeness and your apparent eagerness to hug him, Nathan hesitates but eventually returns the gesture, wrapping his arms awkwardly around you as he tries to decide what this all means. He blushes deeply when he feels the warmth of your body pressed against him and the unmistakable outline of something hard through his thin pajama shirt, but says nothing about it. Maybe it's just my imagination...he tells himself, trying to will away the arousal building in his chest. "Thank you," he manages to say after a moment, not meeting your eyes as he looks down at the floor. He doesn't want to get his hopes up; the last time someone seemed this interested in him, things only ended badly. But there's something about you that feels different...more real somehow...and he can't help but wonder if perhaps this time might be different after all.

Steeling himself against disappointment, Nathan steps away from you, wrapping the towel around his body as best he can while trying not to think about how soft your skin felt against his own or how good it felt just to be held like this again. "Lead the way," he says finally, offering a small smile as he follows you into another room where a television and movie collection await them. It's an awkward silence as they settle onto the couch together, but somehow Nathan can't bring himself to mind the last thing either of you mentioned...the complications that came with this whole situation. For tonight, at least, he'll try to forget about all of it and just enjoy the moment.

Nathan blushed deeply when he felt your arm wrap around his shoulders and pull him closer; his heart raced even faster now as the warmth of your body pressed against his side. Despite everything, there was something about being this close to you that made him feel...wanted...and it was hard not to enjoy the feeling, however briefly.

He couldn't help but glance down at where your arm rested against his bare chest; it felt so good to have someone else's skin against his own again after so long. It was almost enough to make him forget about everything else...the lies, the secrets, and the guilt that had been weighing on him for so long. Maybe just for tonight, he could pretend that none of it mattered...that he didn't have to be lonely anymore.

As the movie begins, Nathan focuses his attention on the screen, trying not to think too much about what this all means or where it might lead. It feels strange and a little unnerving being so close to you like this; every brush of your hand against his arm sends shivers down his spine, making it hard for him to concentrate on anything else. But despite the confusion and uncertainty that swirl around him, there's something about your presence here tonight that gives him hope...a small, fragile thread that he can't help but cling to as they watch the movie together beneath the warm glow of the television.

"Yeah..." Nathan's voice was barely above a whisper as he leaned back against the couch, closing his eyes briefly before turning his head toward you. With another quiet sigh, he laid his head in your lap, instantly feeling more relaxed and at ease now that he was closer to you once again. His body tingled where your hand rested gently on his shoulder, and he could feel the warmth of your skin through the thin material of his pajamas.

The movie continued without either of them saying much; they simply sat there together, lost in their own thoughts and feelings as they enjoyed the brief respite from reality. Occasionally, Nathan would glance up at you from beneath his lashes, taking in the sight of your broad shoulders and muscled arms, or the way your chest rose and fell with each breath, but mostly he focused on the feel of your skin against his own, savoring every moment they had together.

As time passed, Nathan found himself growing more and more comfortable; it felt almost natural to be here like this, wrapped in your presence and basking in the warmth that seemed to radiate from you wherever you went. Maybe...just maybe there was something between them after all. He knew it couldn't last forever; eventually reality would come crashing down around them both once again, but until then he would cherish every second they had together, no matter how fleeting or insignificant it might seem in the grand scheme of things.

Nathan let out a small contented sigh as your hand continued to caress his head; it felt so good to be touched in such a gentle, affectionate manner again. As if drawn by some invisible force, he leaned further into your lap, pressing his body against yours as tightly as he dared. His heart raced faster with each passing moment, but not from fear or anxiety this time; it was almost as if the closer they got, the more at ease and comfortable he felt in your presence.

The feel of your hardness beneath him only served to heighten his senses further; he could feel himself growing increasingly aroused with each passing moment, but he didn't want to think about what that might mean or where it might lead. For now, all that mattered was the here and now...the quiet intimacy they shared in this small corner of your massive home...and the knowledge that for just a little while longer, he didn't have to face his demons alone.

Nathan takes a deep breath before slowly turning his head to look up at you. There's an awkward silence as he searches your eyes for some sign of what this means, but all he can see is honest affection and concern. Finally, with a small nod, he whispers softly: "Okay." A wave of relief washes over him as he feels the tension begin to drain from his body; the offer had been both unexpected and reassuring in its own way. Perhaps...just perhaps they could find some sort of happiness together, at least for tonight. He closes his eyes once more, savoring the feel of your skin against his own as he nestles deeper into your lap, content for the moment simply to enjoy the company and comfort you so willingly offered him.

Nathan blushes deeply as he feels the heat from your body pressing against his face; it's both arousing and disconcerting at the same time. He hesitates a moment before nodding slowly, the desire to be closer to you outweighing any lingering doubts or fears. Gently pushing himself up onto one elbow, he looks into your eyes searchingly before whispering, "Yes...I'd like that."

With another soft sigh, he follows as you lead him toward your bedroom, his heart racing faster with each step they take together. The anticipation of what might happen once they reach your room is almost unbearable, but Nathan tries to focus on the here and now...on the simple act of being close to someone who seems to genuinely care for him...and hopes that for just a little while longer, this illusion can remain intact.

"I-I'm sorry," Nathan stammers, his face flushing even deeper as he looks down at the floor, unable to meet your gaze. "It's just...it's been so long since anyone..." He trails off miserably, unable to finish his sentence as heat floods his cheeks and his heart races faster. Taking a shaky breath, he reaches for the hem of his t-shirt, fumbling with it awkwardly before finally pulling it over his head and tossing it aside.

The cool air caresses his bare skin as he reveals his naked body to you; scars and all. He feels so exposed and vulnerable, but at the same time there's a part of him that doesn't want this moment to end...that wants nothing more than to be with you like this, if only for a little while longer.

He forces himself to look up at you as he unbuttons his pajama bottoms and slides them off, kicking them aside to reveal his erection plainly on display. It's small and pale compared to yours, but he feels strangely proud of it nonetheless. "Is...is this okay?" he asks hesitantly, the words catching in his throat as your gaze travels downward.

Nathan has never been with another person like this before; never trusted anyone enough to let them see him so exposed and vulnerable. The anticipation of what might happen next is almost unbearable...but for now, he'll take comfort in simply being close to you.

Nathan gasps into your mouth as you press your body against his, the contact sending shivers down his spine and making him even harder than before. He clings to you tightly, desperate for this moment to last forever; it's almost like a dream come true, being held and touched like this after so long.

As your kisses trail lower across his jaw and along the column of his throat, he moans softly, arching his back in response. Your hands roam freely over his skin, tracing patterns that bring him ever closer to the edge; it's only a matter of time before he loses control completely.

With a quiet groan, he pushes himself up onto his elbows and looks down into your eyes, searching for any sign of what you want...of whether this is all real or just another fantasy about to shatter beneath the harsh light of day. But there's nothing but honest desire and affection in your gaze, and it's enough to make him trust you...to believe that maybe, just for tonight, everything will be alright.

And so he gives himself over to you, surrendering completely as you guide him down onto the bed, your body pressing against his every inch of the way. His heart races faster as he feels your hardness press against his opening; he's never done this before...he's not sure if he knows how to...but he trusts you, and that's enough for now. With a shaky breath, he closes his eyes and waits, helplessly anticipating the moment when you finally push inside of him and make him yours.

Nathan blushes deeply at your words; they're so direct and unapologetic that it makes him even harder than before. "I...I want this," he whispers shakily. "I want you." He reaches down, gripping your erection firmly in his hand, stroking it slowly as he looks up at you with pleading eyes. "Please..." The word is almost a whimper as he waits for you to respond, his body trembling with anticipation and desire.

Nathan hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly. His cheeks flush red as he lowers his head, taking your erection in his mouth. He starts slowly, tracing the length of it with his tongue, tasting the saltiness on the skin and feeling the heat against his lips. As he gets more comfortable, he begins to move faster, using one hand to stroke you while the other teases and caresses your balls. His heart races with each motion, the anticipation of finally being joined with you building inside him like a fever. With every passing moment, he grows hungrier for the feel of you filling him up, claiming his body as your own. It's an odd sensation...this desire to be dominated and used by someone else...but somehow it feels right when it's with you.

Nathan moans loudly around your cock as you thrust forward, pushing yourself deeper into his mouth. His head bobs up and down in rhythm with the movement of your hips, taking more of you with each stroke. He clutches at your thighs, digging his nails in slightly as he tries to focus on pleasing you while also holding back the rising tide of desire that threatens to overwhelm him at any moment.

His breath comes in ragged gasps between moans and whimpers; each sensation coursing through his body only serves to heighten the pleasure he derives from your touch. He wishes this could go on forever, but he knows it's only a matter of time before he can't hold back any longer...before the need to feel you inside him overpowers everything else and drags him under.

Nathan's eyes roll back in his head as you thrust the last of your release deep into his throat, filling him up with your warmth and desire. His body trembles with the force of it, every nerve ending alive with sensation as he struggles to breathe around your cock. It feels so good...so overwhelmingly intense that for a moment he's not sure if he could ever want anything more than this.

Finally, when you release him, he collapses back onto the bed, gasping for air and trembling from head to toe. The taste of your cum lingers on his tongue as he looks up at you, eyes glazed over with passion and gratitude. It's only now that the weight of what they've done begins to sink in, and he can't help but wonder if this was a mistake...if things between them will ever be the same again. But despite the uncertainty and the fear that churns in his gut, there's a part of him that wants nothing more than to stay here with you like this for as long as possible...to bask in the afterglow of their passionate encounter and forget about everything else that awaits them on the other side.

Nathan laughs shakily, wiping the taste of you from his lips with the back of his hand. "Don't be sorry...that was incredible," he whispers, smiling up at you. "I just wish I could have lasted longer..." He trails off, blushing deeply as he thinks about how easily you overwhelmed him tonight. Despite everything, there's a part of him that's proud and more than a little aroused by the memory.

Still caught between the ecstasy of what just happened and the fear of where this might lead, Nathan hesitates before asking softly, "Do you want to...do it again?" His heart skips a beat as he waits for your response, praying silently that you'll say yes and give them both another chance at happiness...if only for tonight.

Nathan blushes deeply at your words and can't help but feel even more aroused by the prospect of you taking care of him in this way. He nods eagerly, unable to speak past the lump forming in his throat as he watches you move closer to him on the bed. His breath comes faster now, anticipation mixing with desire and making it hard for him to focus on anything else but the feel of your body against his own and the knowledge that soon, you'll be touching him in a way no one has before.