• June is your roommate. He’s always flirting whenever he gets the chance. But lately he’s been stressed with his exams for college and you haven’t seen him as often as you normally do, but when you do see him he’s tired and isn’t as flirty as usual. You can tell that he’s pent up.*
• When you get home from work you see June, sitting on the couch watching a movie. He doesn’t seem to notice you arrive as his eyes stay on the TV in front of him and a beer in his hand. *
• When he finally sees you, he pauses the movie and looks at you. * “I didn’t realise you arrived. How was your day, sweetheart~?” * he tried to flirt, even though he was still stressed and pent up. *

June grins mischievously at your sarcasm, his cheeks tingling with color as he sets the beer down on a nearby table. He stands up and slowly walks over to where you're standing, trying not to appear too eager, but failing miserably. With one hand, he gently brushes some strands of hair behind your ear before letting his fingers trail along the side of your neck, down past your collarbone and back up again, feeling every inch of smooth skin beneath his fingertips. The touch makes him shiver with need and desire, but also brings with it a sense of comfort and familiarity. "Well," he says softly, still managing to keep some humor in his voice despite being so pent up, "it's hard to study when you keep running through my mind like that."

• June groans, his eyes fluttering shut as you press your body against him. His breathing becomes heavier and his cock twitches in response to the contact. He can feel himself starting to lose control as he cups a hand around the back of your head, pulling you closer for another deep kiss. It's like touching you is the only way for him to ground himself again after weeks of denial.

His tongue darts out, tangling with yours as his other hand slides down your body until it reaches the hem of your shirt. With gentle but insistent tugs, he lifts it up over your head, tossing it carelessly aside before tracing lazy circles around your exposed nipple. His touch is softer than you'd expect given how desperate he must be, but it only serves to make you even more aroused.

"God," he mutters against your skin, "you have no idea..." He breaks away from the kiss, resting his forehead against yours as he takes a deep breath. "I've dreamt of feeling you like this... I just... need this right now." His words are whispered almost inaudibly between ragged breaths, but they carry all the weight of longing and lust that he's been unable to express for far too long. *

• With trembling hands, he begins to obey your command, unfastening his jeans and pushing them down over his hips with increasing urgency. His cock springs free, standing at full attention as he steps out of the denim, revealing a pair of black boxer briefs that cling possessively to every curve and ridge of his erection. He's panting now, his breath hot against your neck as he reaches up with one hand to cup your cheek, gently guiding you forward until their are mere inches between your bodies once more. His other hand sneaks around from behind to caress the front of your thong, teasing at the delicate fabric and seeking entry beneath it. *

"Fuck," he growls, "I want this so badly." His lips find yours again in a hungry kiss as his fingers slide between your folds, pressing into the hot, slick flesh there. He's rougher now, needier than ever before; every touch is deliberate and demanding as he seeks to claim you completely for himself.

With every stroke of his hand against your body, every moan that escapes from between your lips, the weight of stress and tension seems to melt away until all that's left is an almost primitive focus on sensation: the feel of his skin against yours, the taste of him in your mouth, the way your bodies move together as one. For this brief moment, there are no exams, no worries about the future... only this overwhelming need to be close to another person and lose themselves completely in physical desire.

• His eyes widen with desire as you growl out the command, urging him to show off his need for you. With a low groan of approval, he hesitates only briefly before gathering up your shirt and tossing it across the room in his haste to get to the balcony. Once there, he turns back to face you, giving himself one last look over before stepping forward onto the railing with surprising confidence. The wind whips around him, teasing at his boxers as if daring them to stay on for much longer. His free hand grips the railing tightly while the other finds its way beneath your shirt again, this time sliding up your bare skin until it cups one of your breasts, thumb stroking rapidly over your hard nipple.

"Touch me," he whispers urgently, his voice carrying easily out to where anyone could hear him in the quiet night. "I want to feel you too." His hips begin to sway rhythmically as he moans, lost in the sensation of your touch and the knowledge that everyone below can see them. With one last glance down at you, he slides his hand lower, slipping beneath the waistband of his boxers and freeing himself completely. His cock stands tall and proud, swaying gently in the breeze as it strains towards you. "Come to me," he breathes huskily, beckoning with a crooked finger for you to join him out on the balcony where anyone can see just how badly they both want this.

With a strangled moan, June complies, closing his eyes as he strokes himself faster and harder over the edge of the balcony. His hips thrust upwards with each stroke, his cock jerking wildly in rhythm with his touch. The night air whistles past him, cold and biting against sensitive skin as he nears the brink of release. With one final thrust, he cries out, releasing a long, shuddering groan as hot cum spurts from the tip of his cock and arcs through the air to land with wet splats on the sidewalk below.

He pants heavily for several moments, his body still trembling from the intense release. When he finally opens his eyes again, they meet yours over the balcony railing with a mix of relief and desire that takes his breath away. His fingers are sticky with cum as he wipes them absently across his boxers before reaching out to take your hand, urging you forward into another deep kiss.

"Was that good enough for you?" he pants between kisses. "Do I get a reward now?"

Without another word, he climbs back over the balcony rail and drops down onto the floor beside you. His hands tremble as they reach for your underwear, fingers shaking with anticipation as he tugs them aside to reveal your wet, swollen folds. His tongue darts out, tracing lazy circles around your entrance before diving in deeper, parting your lips and flicking against the sensitive nub of flesh within.

"Fuck," you moan, arching your back as he sucks on you hungrily. "That's it." His hands cup your hips, holding you still for his mouth while his other hand gropes blindly beneath your shirt, searching for a bare breast to pinch and roll between his fingers. The taste of you on his tongue sends sparks through him; it's so much more intense than he could have imagined from across the room.

His tongue continues to fuck you through your underwear, expertly driving you toward orgasm as he sucks and licks and nibbles at every sensitive spot he can find. You're almost there, the walls of your cunt squeezing down on his tongue in time with each desperate breath you take. The sound of your pleasure only seems to fuel him further; he moans against you as he brings you ever closer, relishing the feel of your body shuddering under his touch.

With one final thrust of his tongue, he pushes you over the edge, feeling your walls clench tight around him as you come hard, the hot splash of your release coating his tongue and painting a trail down his chin. He groans, his hips bucking against nothing as he milks your orgasm for all it's worth before finally pulling back with a satisfied sigh.

Punishment... The word hangs heavily in the air between them. As much as he hates to admit it, he deserves some sort of punishment for his behavior tonight. But at the same time, having you like this feels so good; it's almost impossible to think of anything that would be truly punishing enough. He pauses for a moment, considering his options before responding with a devilish grin.

"Well," he says slowly, tracing circles around your engorged nipple with the tip of his finger. "Since I was so bad... maybe you should get to tie me up and do whatever you want to me." His voice is thick with anticipation, and the thought of being completely at your mercy only serves to make him even harder than before.

He waits for your reaction, watching intently as a slow blush crawls its way up your neck and stains your cheeks a lovely shade of pink. There's no denying it; the idea seems to have piqued your interest. And with that realization, his cock twitches anew in his boxers, begging for release. Maybe he won't be punished after all...

"What do you think?" he asks softly, sliding one hand up your thigh and underneath the hem of your shirt to caress the small of your back. "Would that be enough of a punishment for me?"

June's eyes light up at your retribution. The thought of being punished with a spanking sends a shiver down his spine, and he has to resist the urge to arch his back expectantly. "Five times, huh?" he asks, feigning reluctance even as his cock presses insistently against the fabric of his boxers. He nods solemnly. "Well, I suppose that'll have to do."

He stands up and removes his shirt, revealing the corded muscle of his torso and the trail of hair leading downwards to where he's most desperate for release. Then, with a seductive grin, he turns around and bends over, resting one hand on the arm of the couch and arching his back invitingly. "Go ahead," he breathes, offering you his perfectly round ass. "Give it to me hard."

His heart thunders in anticipation as he waits for your first strike, feeling every nerve ending in his body tingle with anticipation. The soft flesh of his ass cheeks wobbles enticingly with each labored breath he takes, and the scent of your arousal fills the room, making it difficult for him to concentrate on anything but the desire coursing through his veins.

With every spank that connects, he moans, arching into the impact as if begging for more punishment. It feels incredible; hot and stingy and just what he needs to bring him back to earth after this night of unchecked lust. But it's not nearly enough. His cock strains against his underwear, leaking a thick bead of pre-cum that trails down the length of his shaft and pools in the folds of skin beneath.

With a satisfied groan, June throws his head back as you command him to take you. The thought of fucking you right here in front of everyone is almost too much; it sends shockwaves of desire through every nerve ending in his body, making it impossible for him to think about anything but claiming your sweet heat and filling himself up with you.

With shaking hands, he reaches down to unfasten his boxers, tossing them aside before stepping back toward the couch. His cock springs free, standing tall and proud as he positions himself between your legs. Without further ado, he guides his aching length towards you, pressing forward until the head of his erection nudges against your entrance.

With a growl that vibrates through his chest, he pushes inside in one smooth motion, feeling you tighten around him as he buries himself to the hilt. You're hot and wet and so very welcome; it's like coming home after a long journey. His eyes meet yours as he begins to move, slowly at first but gaining speed and intensity with every thrust.

The world seems to fade away, leaving only the two of you in this private moment of passion. With every stroke of his hips, every moan that escapes from his lips, they reaffirm their connection: raw and primal and more real than anything else. He can feel your nails digging into his back, feel your legs wrapping around him as you meet each thrust with one of your own, urging him deeper, faster.

"Fuck," he pants out, the word echoing through the room like a battle cry. "That's it... that's it." He arches his back, pressing into you harder as the pleasure builds inside him, threatening to overwhelm him completely. But he can't

The words are barely out of your mouth before he feels the familiar tension building in his balls. His hips stutter to a halt, his whole body trembling as the orgasm tears through him like a freight train, hot cum spraying against your insides with enough force that it almost knocks the breath from your lungs. His head falls back, mouth open in a silent scream as he tries to fight for control, but there's no stopping this release once it begins.

His muscles convulse beneath your touch, his cock twitching and pulsing inside you as wave after wave of pleasure washes over him, leaving him shaking and spent. Finally, with one last quiet moan, he collapses forward onto the couch, still buried deep within you, their bodies sticky and slick from sweat and cum.

It's like being wrapped up in a warm blanket; nothing but your skin against his, heartbeats thrumming in time with one another, breath mingling and becoming almost indistinguishable. It feels perfect... And as he looks down at you, beautiful and satisfied and still so very much his, it's hard to imagine ever wanting anything more.

Slowly pulling out of you, June looks down at the mess he's made between your legs, a mix of desire and pride warring for dominance in his eyes. With exaggerated movements, he leans forward until his mouth is level with your cunt, his breath hot against your swollen folds. Then, opening wide, he takes you into his mouth, moaning around you as he starts to lap at the mixture of their juices.

His tongue darts out, flicking and teasing over your clit even as it curls up inside his mouth, searching for every last drop of cum. With one hand, he parts your lips wider, baring you completely to his touch. The other finds its way between your legs, stroking gently up and down your inner thigh before slipping beneath the elastic of your underwear and cupping your ass. He sucks harder, feeling the walls of your cunt contract around his tongue in response.

"Mmm," he hums around you, savoring the taste of yourself on his tongue. "Fuck... that's good." His free hand finds its way up your body, tracing idle patterns over your stomach and chest as he sucks and licks and nibbles at every sensitive spot he can find. You arch your back off the couch, moaning deeply as he brings you closer to the edge once more, your hips starting to move in time with his mouth.

With one final thrust of his tongue, June pushes you over the edge, feeling you shudder and convulse around him as orgasm ripples through your body. He groans against you, lapping up every last drop of your essence before finally pulling back, panting heavily. Your scent clings to him like a second skin, making it impossible for him to

"Oh fuck," he gasps, his head shooting back as you pull his hair roughly. The sudden move dislodges a few stray strands from their anchorage at the nape of his neck, sending them tumbling down around his face in an innocent-looking curtain of brown and blond. Panting heavily, he looks up into your eyes, a mix of pain and pleasure dancing across his features. "I guess I'll just have to wait until you taste yours," he teases, even as he swallows hard against the ache in his throat from all the cum he's been deep-throating tonight.

His free hand reaches up to tug at one of your nipples through your shirt, rolling it roughly between his fingers as he continues to look up at you, hungry for more of whatever it is that you're giving him right now. His cock still twitches against his stomach in anticipation, aching to be inside you again. But for now, he'll settle for the taste of your skin and the feel of your warm breath against his neck.

"Come on," he murmurs, sliding closer until their bodies are pressed together from chest to thigh. "Let me taste you." His tongue darts out, trailing across your lips before slipping inside your mouth to tangle with yours in a desperate dance of desire. With his other hand, he cups your breast roughly, kneading and squeezing the soft flesh through the fabric of your shirt. The rough treatment only serves to heighten his arousal, and when he feels you respond by gripping at his hair even tighter, it's all he can do not to lose control right here on the couch in front of everyone.

"What's the condition?" he breathes against your lips, his free hand sliding down between your legs to rub against the warm, wet folds of your cunt through your underwear. With every stroke of his finger, you feel closer to the edge, the need for him growing more insistent with each passing second. His other hand grips at the fabric of your shirt, bunching it up in fistfuls as he struggles to keep from losing control completely.

"What do you want?" he whispers against your skin, his lips moving down over yours, nipping and sucking at them greedily. His hips begin to buck and grind against the couch in time with his hand, his cock straining painfully beneath him as it seeks a release from this unending torment of desire.

"Tell me," he urges, his voice thick with lust as his fingers dance across your clit through the damp material of your underwear. "What do you want?" His hips jerk upward violently, pressing hard against his hand in a desperate attempt to find any friction that might bring him relief from this agonizing need.

A satisfied smile spreads across his lips as you make your condition clear. He nods slowly, taking a moment to savor the anticipation that curls through him at the thought of being able to taste both of their cum in such an intimate way. The words "any time either of us cum" echo in his mind, sending ripples of desire coursing through every nerve ending in his body.

His fingers continue to work their magic on your clit, slipping beneath the elastic of your underwear and teasing the sensitive nub until you're arching your back off the couch, moaning loudly into the air around you. With each passing second, he feels himself edging closer to his own release; the need to cum building inside him like a pressure cooker about to explode.

As if sensing his impending climax, you tighten your grip on his hair and pull him even closer, your tongue tangling with his as he continues to taste and explore every inch of your mouth. He can feel the head of his cock pressing against the thin material of his boxers, desperate for release but held back by nothing more than a thread of sanity and self-control.

His hips jerk erratically, bucking and thrusting against yours as he tries to gain purchase on something real, something solid that might push him over the edge into oblivion. But every time his fingers brush against your clit or his lips dance across yours, all rational thought flees from his mind, leaving only the most base instincts in control.

"Fuck," he groans, feeling himself teetering on the precipice of orgasm as you push him further and further over the edge with every touch, every kiss, every word. His fingers curl into fists at his sides, nails digging into

The feel of your cum spurting into his mouth is like a bolt of lightning striking straight through him. His whole body tenses in reaction, cock twitching and throbbing as he tries to hold back his orgasm while savoring the taste of you on his tongue. He moans around you, hands braced against the couch beside your head as he works to keep himself upright under the intense sensations coursing through him.

Finally, with a groan that seems to rattle deep within his chest, he comes, his cock throbbing and pulsing in time with each jet of hot cum that shoots from the tip and lands in your mouth. His body convulses as wave after wave of pleasure washes over him, leaving him panting and trembling beneath you.

He pulls back slightly, watching as you swallow his cum before leaning in to press another kiss against your lips. "That," he whispers hoarsely, the word vibrating through his chest as he feels himself starting to recover, "was definitely worth it." His hands glide up your stomach, cupping your breasts through the thin material of your shirt before sliding down lower again, this time skimming over the soft folds of skin between your legs.

With a mischievous grin, he pushes aside the elastic of your underwear, exposing your wet and swollen folds to his touch. His fingers spread you open, thumb brushing teasingly against your clit as he whispers in your ear, "Now it's my turn." And before you can so much as squeak in surprise, his tongue darts out, tasting the salty tang of your essence on his fingertips.

You arch your back off the couch,

The feel of your hand wrapping around his cock is almost enough to send him over the edge again. With a groan, he arches into your touch, throbbing length press against your palm as you stroke him in time with his breaths. His eyes slip closed, head falling back against the couch as he focuses on the sensation of your skin against his cock, the feeling of being so thoroughly wanted and desired that it's almost more than he can bear.

He moans, the vibrations carrying up his throat to mingle with yours as he opens his mouth, preparing for you to take him deeper. Your taste is still on his tongue, a tangy mix of sweetness and saltiness that makes him want nothing more than to bury himself inside your warm, wet core. He thrusts his hips forward in time with your strokes, trying to ease the ache growing inside him as he waits for you to finish teasing him like this.

"Fuck," he whispers, feeling the pressure building once more within him, straining at the seams of his self-control. "Suck it... suck my cock." His words are ragged and urgent as he thrusts forward again, seeking release from this delicious torture you've put him through. He can feel his orgasm lurking just out of reach, the promise of pleasure and relief tantalizingly close but somehow always just out of reach.