After ringing the doorbell to Lee’s house a few more times, it’s obvious you’re gonna have to use the spare key that’s in the houseplant near the front door. You sigh- you can probably imagine what he’s up to, but you’re already somewhat desensitized to Lee and what can only be described as his porn addiction. You found out by accident when his mom asked you to check a file on his computer. The evidence was damning, a massive folder of porn of people that suspiciously like you, doing all sorts of provocative and obscene things. You clicked out of the file folder, and vowed to pretend to act like it never happened, but you can’t seem to wipe your memory of what you saw. You wonder where he strayed off the path- he’s not a bad looking guy, but he’s always had awful luck with women. One thing lead to another, and your once shining childhood friend turned out to be a shut-in and a closet pervert. Now, walking into Lee’s house, knowing why he’s probably not coming to answer the door… your face feels hot, thinking about what he could be possibly doing alone in his room now. You carefully walk up the stairs and down the hall to where his door is, and you can faintly hear it, the sounds of a girl softly moaning, accompanied with wet, lewd noises. You extend your hand towards the door- do you knock like you always do or do you barge in…?
Dylan usually knocks. He warned his friend Lee of his presence and knocked on the door. "Hey, Lee, it's Dylan." Dylan was waiting outside the door, awkwardly rubbing his neck. The guy was holding a bag of food in his hand.
As the door creaks open, there's Lee, face flushed and eyes wide with a mixture of panic and shame, looking down at his hand and then back up to you when he realizes it's just Dylan who came in here. He quickly jumps away from the computer, all but smothering the girl on the screen. The moans and lewd noises come to an abrupt halt as Lee blushes even deeper, clearing his throat awkwardly before stepping forward and taking the food out of your hand with a weak smile, "Uh- thanks man, just been busy with... stuff." *He grimaces at that last part, knowing full well how lame it sounds. Lee glances quickly back towards his bed, where there's a laptop sitting innocuously on the nightstand beside his pillow and decides to change the subject before you can get any ideas about poking
Dylan, who already understood what you were doing, rolled his eyes and exhaled heavily. "Don't worry, I know." He handed Lee a bag of food. "Here, your mom asked me to tell you, you're not leaving the apartment at all."
Shaking his head and sighing heavily, Lee takes the bag with a noncommittal grunt before leading you over to sit on his bed. He glances back at the laptop briefly, weighing whether or not it's worth the risk to sneak another peek while you're here, deciding against it and turning his attention back to you instead. For now, he can focus on acting like everything is normal... except for how incredibly hard it is to keep his eyes off of you
"So, uh..." *He clears his throat awkwardly again, scrunching up his nose as if trying to force away the thoughts that had been running rampant in his head just moments ago. "What's up? Why'd you stop by?"
"pass the food to you obviously, you're not eating right? You sit for days and jerk off to porn." Dylan frowned and crossed his arms over his chest, he clearly did not like your sick hobby of porn. You were different before.
Shaking his head again in annoyance and disgust at your words, Lee forces himself to put his attention on the food instead of you. He picks at it listlessly as he glances up at you over the rim of the bag. "I'm fine," he mutters through a mouthful of chips. "Just been busy with school stuff and work." You can tell he hates admitting that he has time for anything other than his porn addiction, but it's better to keep up appearances for now.
Lee finally finishes off the food, giving you a sideways glance as he wipes his hands on his sweatpants. "So... what did you want to talk about anyway?" he asks, voice slightly cooler than usual. He tries not to let your words get under his skin, but it's hard when they hit so close to home.
"I wanted to ask when you will go out into society at all, are you planning this? your mom is very worried and asks me how you are." Dylan sighed. "dude, I do not know what happened to you, why you suddenly became so addicted to porn, it's not normal..."
Lee stiffens slightly at your words, biting back a retort as he looks away in shame. He doesn't want to talk about how he became this way or admit that he has a problem; it only makes him feel more pathetic and useless. After taking a deep breath, Lee finally looks back at you, mustering up the courage to speak truthfully for once. His voice comes out quiet and broken, "I don't know... It just sort of crept up on me. One day I was fine, then the next everything revolved around it." He gestures vaguely at his laptop on the nightstand. "It's easier to lose myself in there than face reality." A hint of anger and frustration tinges his voice as he continues, "And no, I don't have any plans to change."
Lee turns away again, folding his arms over his chest. "Look
"hey, dude, but you weren't like that before.." Dylan shook his head and put his hand on your shoulder, rubbing. "you and I have started spending less time together, it bothers me. you know, there are many other interesting things in the world, not only that..." he nodded at the laptop and looked at the screen. The actor in porn looked like Dylan, it confused him. When he looked through your folders, there were also photos and videos of people who looked like Dylan. he never told you about it, and this time he just awkwardly looked away, although it made him uneasy.
Lee frowns and turns back to face you, studying your features intensely. It takes him a moment to realize what you're referring to, but when he does... his eyes widen in understanding and a flush creeps up his neck. "You found my... stuff?" He swallows hard, unable to meet your gaze now. "I-I didn't mean for you to see that." His voice comes out thick and strangled, sounding almost like he's choking on the words.
For a long moment, there's silence between the two of you as Lee struggles with his emotions. He feels guilty and exposed, ashamed of what he's become. Finally, he looks back up at you, determination flickering in his eyes. "I need to stop," he says firmly. "For your sake, for my family's sake... I need to stop."
"Hey, Lee, calm down.."he patted you on the back and smoothed it out. "It's okay, we'll help you, me and your mom, we're with you, okay? the main thing is that you want to get rid of porn addiction." Dylan comforted you by rubbing your back. "you know... Um, I'm sorry to ask, but I've always wondered..." he cleared his throat. "Why... Like, why do the people in the porn you watch look like that?.. At me? or it just seemed that way to me, I'm sorry."
Lee sighs heavily, rubbing at his eyes with the heels of his palms before sitting up straighter and meeting your gaze again. He hesitates for a moment before continuing, deciding to be honest about this much at least. "It started when I realized that I... felt different around you," he confesses quietly. "You always made me feel self-conscious, but in a good way. And then one day..."
He trails off, looking away again as he blushes deeper. "I was jerking off, and I just... thought of you." He glances back at your face, trying to gauge your reaction to his admission. "And the more I did it, the more I found myself only being able to get off when I pictured you in my mind."
There's a long silence as Lee processes everything he's just said and waits for your response
Dylan was silent while listening to you, he raised his eyebrows when you confessed it to him. Did you jerk off to him? Did you think of him that way? "Ah... I see.." he didn't know what to say, Dylan awkwardly stretched his neck and exhaled. "Well and.. How long have you had such thoughts..?"
Lee bites his lip, looking down at his hands as he answers reluctantly "I... think it started around the same time I did. Around when we were kids. We used to play together and everything, but then..." His voice trails off again, brow furrowing in thought as memories flood back of how awkward things had gotten between them over the years. "I'm sorry," he finally says, glancing up at you with an apologetic smile. "I never meant for this to happen."
Now Dylan was shocked. "God, dude, it's been so long!? And you didn't tell me anything? Why??" Dylan took your hand because he was worried about you. Did you have feelings for him? Since childhood? God, he's so blind."Lee.. I'm sorry, I didn't know that." Dylan lowered his eyes in awkward silence, and then looked at himself, wondering how you could even fall in love with him.
"I... don't know," Lee mumbles, looking down at his hands as he wrings them together nervously. "Maybe I thought it would just go away if I ignored it, or maybe I was afraid of what you might think..." He pauses for a moment before meeting your gaze again, determination steeling his features. "But whatever it is, I need to talk to you about this."
He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly before continuing in a more confident tone, "Will you help me? Help me stop watching porn and... and maybe figure out what to do from there?" There's hope and desperation in his voice as he looks up at you, searching your features for any sign of understanding or encouragement.
"Lee, yes, I'll try, just... Tell me, why are you watching porn and how can I help you?" Dylan was genuinely interested, he wanted to get you out of this addiction.
"I don't know... It started after I realized my feelings for you," Lee admits, shame burning bright in his eyes as he struggles to meet your gaze. "At first it was just to help me cope with the attraction... but then it became more than that." He swallows hard, forcing himself to continue even though every part of him wants nothing more than to retreat into silence and darkness where no one can see his shame. "I need you to help me find something else to focus on, to distract myself from the feelings... Because if I don't," he says quietly, voice cracking slightly, "if I don't find a way out of this soon... then there's a chance..." He trails off, unable or unwilling to finish that thought.
"A chance? What's the chance? Speak up, Lee, don't be afraid, please, I'm your friend, I'm with you, do you hear?"
Taking a deep breath to steady his voice, Lee slowly nods before speaking again. "If I don't find a way out of this... then there's a chance I might do something reckless." His gaze flickers away from yours as he blushes furiously once more, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides in agitation. "I might make a move on you, and I don't want to do that... I know it would ruin everything between us." His voice is barely audible above the sound of his heart pounding in his ears.
Lee closes his eyes, feeling as though he can't breathe as he waits for your reaction to this admission. Part of him hopes you'll understand; the other part fears that you won't and will push him away forever.
Dylan was serious listening to your words. "No, Lee, you would never do that, I know that." he shook his head and smiled consolingly, twisting his fingers as he thought about what to do and how to help you.
"Dylan..." Lee meets your gaze again, relieved and grateful for your understanding... but also confused. He's not sure if he should believe you or not. His body is still tense and on edge from the admission, desire and fear warring inside him as he struggles to find a way forward through this mess of conflicting emotions. "I just want things to go back to how they used to be..." he says quietly, voice barely above a whisper. "Before I started... feeling this way about you."
He swallows thickly and forces himself to look away again, unsure what else to say or do now that the truth is out in the open. The silence stretches between them for several long moments as Lee wages an internal war with his thoughts and feelings, searching desperately for a way to make things right.
Dylan comes up with an idea, but he's visibly nervous. "I don't know, buddy, maybe it's worth a try..." he leans over to you cautiously. "maybe if we try, it will pass? and the thoughts will pass? It's like a closed hashtag or something like that."he swallowed hard as he loomed over you and was very close to your lips.
Lee blinks, surprised by the suggestion, and then stares at you intently as he mulls it over in his head. There's a flicker of hope within him that maybe this could work... maybe if they just try kissing, and see what happens from there. He slowly reaches up with one shaking hand to cup your cheek, fingers trembling slightly as they brush against the warmth of your skin. His gaze never wavers from yours as he leans in closer, closing the gap between you until their lips are just a breath apart.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Lee closes his eyes and presses forward, his lips meeting yours gently but firmly. It's soft and tentative at first, neither of you really sure how to go about this, but as they brush against each other, a spark ignites inside him and he deepens the kiss, wanting more
Dylan feels awkward kissing his best friend, his lips move awkwardly and clumsily, but Lee increases the pressure and deepens the kiss, which is why Dylan has to adjust to you. his hands gripped the sheet, standing on either side of you, his knees also stood on either side of your hips, not touching.
The feel of your lips on his sends shivers down his spine, and he gives a moan into the kiss as his hand comes up to gently cup the back of your head, holding you closer to him. He pants against your mouth, wanting more of this taste, this feel... but still not quite trusting himself or his desires.
His other hand moves down between your bodies, cupping your ass with an uncharacteristic level of familiarity as he begins grinding their hips together, feeling the hardness that even through his sweatpants tells him you're aroused too. The realization only serves to make him bolder, more confident in what they're doing... and crazier for more.
Dylan blushed and from embarrassment, his breath dreamed of your lips when you squeezed his ass. his head bent closer because of the pressure on the back of his head, and his hips sank on yours, also under the pressure of his hand. He flinched when yours and his groin touched. "F-fuck, what are we doing, Lee.."
"I don't know..." Lee groans into the kiss, fingers curling tighter in your hair as he thrusts his hips harder against yours. The feel of your body pressing against him only fuels his desire, and with each passing moment it becomes harder for him to tell where lust ends and love begins. "I just... want this..."
His other hand slips from your ass, traveling up along your spine until he reaches the hem of your shirt, tugging gently at the fabric in an attempt to get you to lift your back so he can feel more skin on skin. The contact only heightens his need for you, and he finds himself growing bolder, desperate for any taste or touch that might drive this strange, consuming desire from him.
Dylan pulled his lips away from yours to catch his breath, and your hands got under his T-shirt, pulling it over his head. Dylan felt awkward. he wasn't shy about being topless in front of anyone, but in such a situation.. and even with his best friend, it was at least strange for him. mostly crazy.
Lee stares at your bare chest as your shirt finally comes off, a strange mixture of desire and awe washing over him in waves. He takes a moment to catch his breath before reaching out, tracing one finger along the line of your collarbone, marveling at the smoothness of your skin beneath his touch.
His gaze flickers up to meet yours again, the hunger in his eyes unmistakable as he slowly begins to kiss and nip at your neck, nipples already hard from where they brush against him through your clothes. "God," he moans against your skin, "you're so beautiful..." Lee slides one hand down between you again, fumbling with the button on your pants before successfully pushing them down, freeing your erection. Without another word or thought for what might come next, he wraps his hand around you, stroking slowly
"Lee, fuck.." Dylan got confused when your lips covered his neck and chest with kisses. he switched to the side next to you, no longer wrote, but now lying next to you. your hand deftly unbuckled his belt and gently caressed his penis, Dylan's hand froze over your palm, hesitating between letting you continue or still stopping you. then his palm just rested awkwardly on top of yours, and he whimpered when you jerked off and kissed his skin.
Moaning into your neck as he feels you hardening in his hand, Lee wraps his other arm around you, pulling you closer still until their bodies are pressed together from chest to groin. "Fuck," he gasps out, arching into the touch, "I've wanted this for so long..."
He speeds up his strokes, thumb moving in circles over the head of your cock as you grow slick with pre-come beneath his touch. The feel of your skin against his hand only serves to intensify the ache growing within him, but he refuses to relent, determined to feel every last drop for himself before allowing you release. His hips rock against yours, trying to find purchase as he grinds against the heat between your legs. "God, I want you..." he breathes, lips brushing over your earlobe before returning to your neck with a hungry little nip that has
Dylan squeezed his eyes shut and trembled all over, you masterfully jerked him off, you had virtuoso fingers. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." his nails dug into and scratched the skin of your back. "Damn it, stop it, I'm coming now... Fuck, stop, Lee." His hand was on yours to stop.
"No," Lee gasps out, refusing to let you stop him now. He tightens his grip on your cock, increasing the pressure and speed of his strokes as he feels your release approaching. "Let go... just let it happen..." With a final moan, he wraps one hand around the base of your cock while continuing to jerk you off with the other, guiding your release over his fist and across the skin of your stomach before finally letting go, breath coming in ragged gasps as his body quivers from the force of his own climax. Lee collapses back against the bed, heart racing and skin slick with sweat as he struggles to catch his breath, staring up at the ceiling, trying not to think about the fact that your hot come is dripping down his fingers onto the sheet beneath him... or that you're still lying there beside him.
"fuck, I'm coming..." he breathlessly whispers and sprays cum on your hand, on his stomach and cum dripped onto the sheets under them. Dylan was trembling, ashamed of his orgasm. He came at the hand of his best friend. Shame, he covered his face with his hands, trying to come to his senses and wanting to disappear right now.
For several long moments, Lee is too lost in his own haze of lust and pleasure to notice the ashamed silence that seems to have descended between you. It's only when he feels your hands begin to tremble against your face that something finally clicks within him. With a groan, he pushes himself up onto one elbow, reaching out to gently cup your cheek with his free hand as he tries to make eye contact.
"Dylan," he whispers, voice hoarse from exertion and emotion, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have... I didn't mean for it to go this far." He pauses, swallowing thickly before continuing in a softer tone, "Was it good? Did you like...?" he trails off, unable to finish the question. The uncertainty and guilt warring within him is almost more than he can bear.
Des
Dylan was trying not to cry like a weakling. Yes, he liked it, but that was the problem. he couldn't answer you, just continued to breathe heavily and cover his face with trembling hands. wanting to disappear as soon as possible, disappear somewhere, become invisible, or die, at least something.
Seeing the pain and confusion in your eyes is almost enough to break his heart all over again. Carefully, as though afraid that even the gentlest touch might set you off, Lee brushes a strand of sweaty hair away from your face. His fingers graze your cheek, trailing lightly down your jaw before coming to rest on your shoulder.
"It's okay," he whispers, voice hoarse with emotion. "We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. We can just... pretend this never happened." It kills him to say the words, but Lee knows that if things keep going like this, there won't be any going back. He needs to protect what little is left of your trust in him... even if it means losing you completely.
"No." he says sharply and takes your hand, looking at you with watery eyes. "cretin, I will never run from the truth. And I'm not going to pretend that nothing happened, Lee. Do you understand me??" he blurted it out emotionally, but he didn't want to sound rude. Dylan paused, looking away.
Lee stares at you in surprise and relief when you speak up so forcefully, not expecting anything less than honesty from you. His fingers tighten around yours briefly before relaxing again, his gaze remaining fixed on your face as he searches for the right words to say. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he manages a quiet, "Thank you."
It's not much, but it's all he can muster in this moment. He knows that things are going to be complicated from here on out, but at least now there's some sort of foundation they can build upon - however shaky and fragile that might be. With your trust secured, Lee feels a weight lift off his shoulders... and the hope begins to return, growing stronger with every passing second.
He waits for you to speak again, unsure what else there is left to say. He's more than ready to listen if you
Dylan squeezes your fingers in his hand and gathers his strength. he turns to you and raises himself on his elbow next to you. "I want to try it." he speaks looking into your eyes and gently lifts your T-shirt, exposing your stomach and chest. then he covers the skin of your chest with awkward kisses, trying to make you feel good. "I do not know how it was in that porn that you watched. Tell me what to do, okay?" Dylan really didn't know how to do anything and didn't know how to behave further.
The warmth of your skin against his and the trust in your eyes send a surge of desire coursing through him that he hasn't felt in... well, ever really. He takes a deep breath, steadying himself as you lift his shirt and begin to explore his body with those sweet kisses. Lee closes his eyes, savoring the sensation of your lips on his skin, and reaches up to thread his fingers through your hair, holding you closer still as he moans into the crook of your neck. "Just... be natural," he whispers hoarsely between pants, "do whatever feels right." In truth, he doesn't want you to imitate porn or anything else; he wants this to be about the two of you. As long as you feel comfortable and confident enough to do what comes naturally, then he knows it will be perfect. And if you need any encouragement or suggestions, he'll be more than
"I do not know what to do, I'm afraid to mess up, Lee." he says fearfully. "I don't want to ruin everything, I'm going to hate myself a lot if everything goes wrong because of me." Dylan's voice caught up, he was really worried and wanted to make everything better.
Lee laughs softly, the sound husky and slightly uneven, as he presses a tender kiss to your temple. "Hey," he whispers against your skin, fingers still carding through your hair in a soothing motion, "nothing can go wrong when we're together like this." His heart thumps wildly in his chest, desire curling low and tight in his belly as he savors the feel of you touching him.
"Just... do what feels right, okay? I'm not going to judge you or get mad," he continues, "I promise. We can take it slow and easy if that helps." He pauses for a moment, brow furrowing slightly as he tries to find the words. "We'll figure this out together, yeah?" The last sentence comes out softly, almost hopeful, as he stares up at you with eyes full of longing.
H
Dylan was nervous and it was evident from his lost face, his eye twitched slightly. "damn, I'm sorry, I probably won't be able to."he got too nervous and panicked. "I'm sorry, it's just... I'm sorry, I can't."he was breathing and shaking a lot, probably having a panic attack, his eye also started ticking and he turned away so you wouldn't see it.
"Shh..." Lee soothes, pulling you close with a gentle hand on your shoulder. "It's okay," he whispers against your hair, running his other hand up and down your spine in a soothing motion. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." He pauses for a moment before adding in a quiet tone, "You can stop if you want. We don't have to do this if it's too much..."
He wishes he could take back everything that happened between them; wishes there was some way he could undo the damage and make things right again. But for now, he'll settle for just having you close like this. As long as you're here with him... everything will be okay.
"Please forgive me, I'm just a pussy." he was panting from stress as he mumbled something into your chest, and you stroked his back and buried your nose in his hair. Dylan clenched and tensed, feeling pinched. He ruined everything.
"Shh... don't say that," Lee murmurs, tightening his grip on you as he feels your tension building. "You aren't a pussy. You never have been." His hands begin to move over your back and buttocks, soothing and reassuring as he desperately tries to help you relax. He presses a kiss to the top of your head, nuzzling gently into your hair before continuing in a whisper, "We can take things slow... we don't have to do anything else if it's too much right now."
Lee closes his eyes, breathing deeply as he tries to calm himself as well. He doesn't want to lose you over this; he needs you in his life, however complicated things might get between them. With each passing moment, he prays that you'll find a way to forgive him for everything... and that you'll
Dylan's fear turned to awkwardness as you grabbed his ass again. he was still unaccustomed to this gesture, because you were best friends quite recently, but now everything has changed so much... he calmed down a little and stopped shaking, clinging to you.
"There's nothing awkward about this," he murmurs against your hair, nuzzling into the silky strands. "We're both adults... and I promise you, I only want what feels right between us." He pauses for a moment before continuing, his voice softening even further as he confesses, "I can't lie to myself any longer; the way I feel about you... it isn't just friendship. And if this is how we need to take things..." His hands move over your back and buttocks again, squeezing gently as he trails his fingers lower, urging your body closer against his. "...then that's what we'll do."
Lee takes a deep breath, feeling more exposed than he ever thought possible in this moment. But somehow, it feels right... necessary even. The touch of your skin against his, the soft moans you make in his ear
Dylan lifted his head and captured yours with his lips, kissing gently and languidly, caressing each other's lips in a slow rhythm and making kissing sounds in the room.
Lee returns the kiss with equal measure, his hands sliding up your back to grab hold of your shoulders as he deepens the connection between them. He tilts his head slightly, angling his lips against yours in a way that sends shivers down his spine and straight to his groin. His hips lift minutely, grinding against yours as he moans into your mouth, desperate for more contact. The fire burning within him has been banked for far too long, and now that it's finally been stoked... there's no containing it any longer.
As the kiss continues, Lee's control begins to slip further away with each soft moan you manage to wring from his throat. He feels your hands sliding up his chest, over his shoulders and around his neck, clutching at him in a desperate bid for closer contact as you arch into him with renewed passion. It's all too
Dylan pulls down your pants from both of you, he rises above you and bends his head down to your groin, and then looks at you. "I'm sorry, this will be my first blowjob." and after these words, his lips descend from your penis, clumsily licking it and kissing it so that it hardens. his own hand goes down to his cock, masturbating himself while he sucked you.
Lee groans and grips the sheets as he watches you lower his pants and then apologize before taking him into your mouth. His hips jerk up, unable to help themselves, as you begin to suck on him expertly, tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. He throws his head back with a loud moan, thrusting into your warm mouth as his own hand moves faster between them, matching the rhythm of your lips on him.
His entire body is tense with pleasure, muscles bunched and coiling beneath his skin as he struggles not to come right then and there. He doesn't want this moment to end, not yet... but he knows that when you finally decide to release him from your mouth, it will feel unbelievably good. The anticipation alone is almost enough to send him over the edge.
"Fuck..." Lee pants, voice hoarse with desire as he
your dick was a little soft and sometimes fell off, then Dylan got worried and let it out of his mouth. "Don't you like it? Am I not doing well, Lee?" he asked worriedly, hovering over your cock.
Shaking his head vigorously, Lee catches your face between his hands and forces you to meet his gaze. "Fuck no," he growls, the tension in his voice barely masking the desire beneath it. "You're doing fine... more than fine." His fingers thread through your hair, holding you steady as he continues to look deep into your eyes. "I just want this to last forever."
Desire pools low and tight in his belly at the feel of your soft lips encircling him once more, sucking harder now as if to prove that you've got it handled. The touch is exquisite agony, and he can feel himself nearing the edge already; just from this... from what
That's when Dylan realized you just didn't want to come, so that it would end, it calmed him down a little. he took your cock in his mouth again, caressing the soft flesh that gradually hardened in his mouth.
Lee Chang moans softly as he feels your lips close around him again, his hips lifting and thrusting helplessly against your mouth. His fingers tighten in your hair, holding you there as he focuses on the sensation of your warm throat working over his erection. He's close now... so close that he can barely think straight anymore. With every wet slurp from your lips and every groan around him, it gets harder to resist the urge to release himself into your mouth.
But he doesn't want this to end yet; wants to draw this out for as long as possible. The way you take care of him like this... it feels too good. And when you finally decide that you've had enough, Lee knows that the pleasure he'll feel from it will be unlike anything else in the world.
"you're in good control. Dylan noticed and smiled. he took it as his own training and decided to learn how to do blowjob on your penis, he was getting better and better by the minute, as you also helped him, guiding him and suggesting tactics.
Lee groans softly, the sound muffled by your lips as you suck harder on him. He pushes his hips up further, his erection pressing more firmly against your throat with each thrust. His fingers in your hair tighten almost painfully, but it's not enough; he needs something more. With a desperate gasp, he reaches down between you and grabs hold of your head, guiding your movements as he thrust deeper into your mouth.
"Fuck..." Lee pants raggedly, hips jerking violently against you as he nears the brink. His cock throbs in your mouth, pre-cum leaking freely down your throat as he loses himself to the sensations of your skillful lips and tongue. He's close... closer than he's ever been before... and with each wet suck and moan that falls from your lips, it gets
Dylan moans and gasps when you fuck him in the throat on your own. his eyes water when you hold his hair and push into his throat, he began to breathe through his nose and swallowed drops of ejaculate, looking into your eyes with his watery eyes.
"Fuck..." Lee whispers hoarsely, the sound more guttural than anything else as he feels himself starting to cum. His hips jerk and twitch against you, driving his erection deeper into your throat with each powerful thrust. The pleasure building in his lower abdomen is almost too much to bear; every nerve ending in his groin stands on end, aching for release as he moans helplessly against the back of your head.
His fingers tighten painfully in your hair, pulling roughly as he feels himself beginning to lose control. Beneath him, he feels your throat working frantically against his cock, trying desperately to take everything he has to give. And when he finally lets go, a hot, sticky jet of cum erupts from his shaft and sprays into the back of your mouth.
"Aghh..." Lee gasps out,
Dylan's face turns red and his eyes roll up from lack of air, and then you cum down his throat and he chokes on your dick, coughing around him. You let go of his head and Dylan grabs his sore throat and clears his throat, wiping away tears.
"S-sorry," Lee gasps out, his voice raw as he pushes himself up on his elbows to gaze down at you. His chest rises and falls rapidly with every breath as he watches you cough and wipe tears from your eyes. "Did I... hurt you?" Concern flashes across his features as he reaches out to gently caress your cheek, careful not to be too rough after what just happened.
It takes a moment for him to find the words again, but when he does, they tumble out in a rush: "I didn't mean to push you like that... I couldn't help myself." He swallows thickly, his throat still burning from your attentions. "I just want to make sure you're okay."
There's an unspoken apology in his eyes as he looks at you, waiting for some sign of forgiveness
"It's okay, I'm just not used to it... my first time, you know, huh..." he coughs a little more and exhales. "Did you enjoy it?" he asks naively, still looking at you with wet eyes.
Lee Chang's cheeks flush darkly at your question and he looks away, clearing his throat before answering. "I... I can't deny that it felt good," he admits quietly. "But I didn't mean for things to go that far. You deserve better than that." He pauses, searching for the right words as he studies your face once more. "You are so beautiful, Dylan... inside and out. And every time you look at me like that, it makes my heart race."
He swallows thickly again, his eyes dropping to your lips before slowly returning to meet yours. His expression is both intense and pleading. "Please forgive me... for everything I've done. I don't want to lose you over this... because without you, my life would be empty."
Dylan raises his eyebrows and blushes when you call him handsome, and then he returns his gaze to you. "stop talking nonsense... because of one uncomfortable blowjob, I will not stop our communication, what nonsense." he lay down next to you and smiles. "So, what's next?"
After taking a shaky breath, Lee Chang sighs and leans back against the pillows, glancing away as he laces his fingers together beneath his head. He smiles weakly at you before looking up again, meeting your gaze with a mixture of regret and hope. "I don't know... I mean, whatever you want to do, really."
His heart is racing still from everything that just happened, and he isn't sure how much more of this he can take without giving in completely. It's clear now that Dylan has a special place in his heart, one that goes far beyond the casual friendship they've shared up until now. But admitting that to him would mean risking everything - their friendship, possibly even their relationship with your family. For Lee Chang, it's not a risk he's ready to take just yet.
"so, then... In your fantasies about me, when you jerked off, was I on top or on the bottom?" Dylan asked awkwardly.
Lee chuckles softly and shrugs. "Honestly? Sometimes I imagine you on top, sometimes on the bottom." He studies your face carefully, trying to gauge your reaction. "But most of the time... I think about us together; skin to skin. Not one of us dominating the other." His voice lowers, becoming huskier as he speaks. "I think that's what really turns me on."
He looks away again, feeling his cheeks heat up despite his best efforts to hide it. It's clear that he's not only talking about the fantasies he had while jerking off; these thoughts are mirrored in reality as well. The image of you pressed against him, moving in sync with his every breath, fills his mind and leaves no room for anything else.
"I understand, but I mean like... Who's fucking who?.. Dylan asked, pursing his lips and blushing even more.
"I don't know..." Lee replies truthfully, biting his bottom lip in thought. "Sometimes I think you might like being on the bottom more, because then I could see your face and everything... But other times it feels better when you're on top, so that I can touch you and feel connected to you like that." He pauses, realizing how much he's revealing. "I guess I just want us to both be happy, no matter what position we end up in."
His heart races again as he stares into your eyes, wanting nothing more than to lose himself in the depths of their beauty forever. The thought of ever losing you cuts deep, but he pushes it aside for now; there will be time enough later to deal with that particular demon. For now, he'll focus on enjoying the moment while he still can.
Dylan blushes in embarrassment and asks you quietly. "... and now? Do you want to fuck me or do you want me to fuck you..?"
After a moment's hesitation, Lee reaches out to gently brush a lock of hair behind your ear before leaning in to kiss you tenderly on the lips. His heart races faster as he feels your soft skin beneath his fingers and the taste of you on his tongue. "I want both," he whispers against your mouth, his hips unconsciously shifting in anticipation. "If you're comfortable with that...?"
His gaze drifts down between you, lingering on the outline of your erection before slowly traveling back up to meet your eyes again. It's obvious what he wants; it's always been obvious. But now that the truth is out in the open, the tension in the air seems to thicken, making it hard for either of them to breathe.
"good.." he smiles contentedly, looking seductive. "then where do we start? The choice is yours, Lee..."
Carefully disentangling himself from the blankets, Lee slides his body closer to yours until he's lying between your spread legs. His hands tremble as they move to grip your hips, pulling you up and toward him in one smooth motion. Your erection brushes against his clothed groin as you arch into him, the sight driving him even further over the edge of control.
Leaning forward, he presses a hot kiss to the hollow of your throat before trailing it downward, nipping at your skin with his teeth and laving each tiny wound with his tongue. "So beautiful," he whispers against your chest. With one final tug, he rolls you onto your back and gazes down at you, eyes burning bright with desire as they roam over every inch of your perfect body.
It's impossible to deny the urge that's been building inside
Dylan gasps when you take the dominant role. "Okay, just be careful."he says with a nervous smile while you kiss him. his fingers descend to his anus, tugging at it to stretch it quickly. Dylan reaches for lube from your bedside table to lubricate himself, this will be his first anal sex in his life.
The sight of you touching yourself and reaching for lube does things to him that words cannot describe. A shudder runs down his spine as he watches you prepare, his fingers itching to join in the sensual play. With a soft moan, he moves lower on the bed, positioning himself between your spread legs once more. His lips part as he breathes heavily through his nose, taking in the intoxicating scent of your arousal.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" he asks hoarsely, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from your forehead. Even as the words leave his mouth, his hand drifts lower still, fingers slipping between your cheeks and pressing against the wet heat of your entrance. He pauses for a moment, gathering his strength before slowly pushing inside, filling you with one smooth thrust.
His hips jerk forward again as