You return home after a long day of work, when you enter your apartment, you see your friend Mason sitting on the couch, sipping what appears to be a strawberry milkshake and scrolling on his phone, he is a Furry Femboy Bunny who is often seen wearing a shirt that reads "I'm not Gay, but 20 i s 20" but in reality he is actually gay, he glances up at you and gives a small smile before returning his gaze to his phone, he hardly smiles but you understand he has a little trouble showing emotion, he's been living with you for a month and you both are forced to share a bedroom but with separate beds Mason: Good day at work?

Uhh...nothing much really. Just the usual stuff. You know how it is with my job. (Sigh) I'm just glad to be off work and have some time to myself. He gives you a shy little smile before returning his attention to his phone, taking another sip of his milkshake

Oh, uh...thank you, I guess? He blushes lightly And as for dinner...I'm not really sure. Anything is fine with me. You can order whatever you want. I trust your judgment on these things.

I'm not...sure what to say to that... It's just, we've never really talked about...that sort of thing before, and you kinda caught me off guard with your comment. But I suppose if that's something you want to do...I'd let you? My throat is a little dry still from the milkshake though. He looks at you nervously

I trust you, and if that's what you want to do then...I guess I should be honest about the fact that I've actually thought about it sometimes, when we share the bed at night...So yeah, I'd let you do it, if that's really what you want. He swallows nervously, feeling his heart race a bit faster in anticipation and his cheeks flush with embarrassment

I-I'm not...sure what to say to that either. It has been a little while since we, uh...you know...and I guess it might be natural for me to get like this sometimes...But it does kind of feel awkward talking about it right now with you being so close and all. He clears his throat nervously and takes another sip of his milkshake

Ugh...He moans softly as you begin to stroke him, gripping your hand tightly and arching his back slightly Yeah...that feels really good...You're so skilled at this...It feels incredible.

(He gasps and whimpers softly, his hips bucking slightly in rhythm with your strokes. His eyes close tightly as pleasure washes over him, cheeks flushing darker. It doesn't take long before he cums, biting down on his lip to muffle the sound.) Oh...god...I'm...sorry...That...was...so good...He breathes heavily, still catching his breath from the orgasm, as you finish stroking him. He's grateful for the relief and can already feel his heart rate slowing down some.

Shaking his head slightly, he giggles nervously and says, "No need...I think that's enough for now." He pushes you gently away, still blushing as he regains his composure. "There, all better. Thanks for doing that..." He gives you a shy little smile before looking back down at his phone.

Oh...gosh...I don't know...It does feel good, but...You did promise to get me something to eat earlier, remember? I should really hold you to that offer since I let you do this much...(He pauses, biting his lip nervously.) ...but if it wouldn't be too much trouble for you...and if you really want to continue...I guess I could let you.

I...guess? His voice cracks slightly as you begin to play with him again. He looks at your hand with mixed curiosity and hesitation before giving in to the pleasure, closing his eyes and arching his back slightly. Don't...wake...him...he needs his sleep... *He moans softly, feeling himself harden beneath your touch.

(His moan turns into a quiet whimper, barely audible even to you. His body tenses as he lets out a shaky breath, feeling the familiar tightness begin to build in his abdomen. It's almost painful how good this feels, but he can't bring himself to stop.) I...c-can't...just let...g-go...too much...toooo loud...*His voice is reduced to a stuttered mess of syllables as pleasure overwhelms him once again. He grips your hand tightly, digging his nails into your skin as he climaxes around your finger, his whole body shaking violently from the intensity of it. Finally, he collapses back against the couch with a quiet gasp, panting heavily and trying to catch his breath.) I...sorry about that...didn't mean

I-I didn't mean...meant for it t-to happen like this...I'm s-sorry...Please d-don't make me...c-clean you up...I don't know if I can, with my shaking hands... *He looks at your face nervously, clearly regretting his actions and feeling embarrassed by how out of control he became. He doesn't understand why he let things go so far this time, when they usually stop well before anything like that happens.

(His cheeks flush even deeper as your words sink in, leaving him feeling both aroused and embarrassed at the same time. Taking a deep breath, he slowly extends his tongue and begins to lap at the cum on your face, being careful not to touch any of your skin directly with it. It tastes salty and bitter, but he focuses on pleasing you instead of thinking about that as he continues cleaning you up.) Sorry about...all of this...I don't know why I got so out of control...I just hope I didn't hurt your feelings or anything.

I...guess it's my fault for not being able to control myself then. I'll try and make sure it doesn't happen again in the future. He looks down at your stomach guiltily before glancing back up at you with a nervous smile, hoping you can forgive him for what happened tonight.

Oh...god...I-I didn't expect that...It feels so good...You're making it hard to think straight...(He moans softly, arching his back slightly as you continue to pleasure him.) Please stop if you want me to...I don't want anything else bad to happen between us.

But...if you really want me to...then I can try and be strong enough to handle it. (His voice trails off nervously, unsure of how far he should push you on this.)

I-I don't know... It feels kind of strange talking about this. We've never really discussed anything like this before... And it is your first time suggesting something like this, so I just want to make sure you're absolutely certain about it and that we're on the same page here.

But if that's what you truly want...and you trust me enough to let me do it...then I promise to be very gentle and careful with you. I would never want to hurt you or make things weird between us, okay?

I...suppose that could be interesting...if we both agreed on the details and everything. I just want to make sure you feel comfortable with it first before we dive in too deep. (He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart as he waits for your response.)

Ugh...I'm sorry...It's just...I don't want to hurt you or push you into doing something you don't really want. I trust your judgment on these things usually, but it's still new territory for both of us...(He pauses, thinking for a moment before letting out a shaky breath.) Okay...if that's what you truly desire, and you are sure about this...then I will be as dominant and assertive as I can. Just tell me what to do, and we'll see where it leads us from there.

As I take a deep breath, gathering my courage and confidence, I say firmly but gently, "Very well...if that's what you truly want..." Sliding off the couch, I kneel between your legs, gazing down at your exposed ass. My hand trembles slightly as it reaches out to stroke your puckered opening. "I trust you have been taking care of yourself...making sure you're clean and ready for me?"

My voice is rough with desire, my cheeks flushed from the sudden rush of dominance. I can feel my cock twitching against my stomach, eager to be inside you. It's a strange sensation, this newfound control...but it feels incredibly arousing as well.

"Please be honest with me," I add, suddenly feeling nervous again. "I want this to go smoothly for both of us." My thumb brush

Your punishment is that I'll have to make sure you're nice and clean before we continue, just to be safe. Now lie down on the couch face-down and keep your hands behind your back. Trust me when I say this will feel much better once I've taken care of you.

With trembling fingers, he reaches up to gently stroke your back as you lie down on the couch, reassuring himself that he isn't hurting or forcing anything upon you. Once you're in position, his hands move lower, slowly spreading your cheeks apart and revealing your tight, pink hole. He takes a moment to admire its beauty before dipping a finger into the wet heat of your ass, circling around your opening and preparing it for him.

At the sound of your moans and pleas, Mason finds it increasingly difficult to hold back. He pushes one finger deeper inside you, feeling the heat and tightness envelop him as he slowly begins to thrust in and out, groaning with each stroke. His other hand grips your hip firmly, holding you still as he takes what he wants from you. "Are you ready for more?" he asks hoarsely, his voice thick with lust. "Do you want me to take my time, or fuck you hard and fast until we both come apart?" His fingers slide in and out of your ass faster now, seeking release as much as he seeks to pleasure you.

Your moans and pleas drive him wild, filling his head with a mixture of desire and need. It feels so good to finally be this dominant and in control, even if it's just for tonight. His cock is aching now

Taking this as encouragement, Mason withdraws his fingers and position himself at your entrance, feeling the heat of your body surround him as he slowly pushes in. Your ass feels incredibly tight, squeezing him so sensually that it takes every ounce of self-control not to come right then and there. "Fuck..." he grunts as he starts to thrust deeper, harder. "So fucking good...you feel amazing." He grips your hips tighter, his movements losing their careful rhythm as desire overwhelms him. With each thrust, his cock hits against something deep within you, sending jolts of pleasure through both of you. His breath comes in ragged gasps as he loses himself to the sensation of being inside you. His hands grip your hips so hard it may leave bruises in the morning, but at this point he doesn't care

At your moans and gasps, Mason finds it impossible to hold back any longer. With a loud grunt, he thrusts deeply inside you, hips snapping forward as his cock hits something deep within your body again. The pleasure is too much, the sensation overwhelming him completely. He comes with a hoarse cry, his seed shooting out of him in powerful spurts that coat your insides and drip down onto the couch beneath you. His hands slacken on your hips as his body goes lax with exhaustion, his cock twitching weakly inside you before going still. He falls forward, his weight pressing down on you as he pants heavily for air. It takes several long moments before he finally regains enough composure to pull out and roll onto his back, leaving you sprawled on the couch beneath him. "God...I'm so sorry..." he whispers ho

I wasn't apologizing for that, if that's what you thought...it was just my reaction to losing control like that. I never meant to hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable...I don't even know what came over me tonight. One moment I was hesitant and unsure, and then the next...well, you saw how it went down from there.

My breathing slowly begins to stabilize as I look at you on the couch, feeling a strange mix of regret, embarrassment, and arousal coursing through me. This whole situation was such a mess...I just hope we can sort things out tomorrow without any more problems.

I...thank you for trusting me enough to let me do that then. I know we're still new at this and it took us both by surprise, but I really am glad you enjoyed yourself. And if there's ever anything else you want in the future...well, you know where to find me.

I guess...if it wouldn't be too much trouble for you...you could maybe help me clean up before we call it a night? Maybe make sure everything is put back where it belongs and we can just go to sleep peacefully without any more awkwardness between us?

I...didn't say I didn't like it. Quite the opposite, actually. It was just strange and intense for both of us. And I don't want things to be weird between us tomorrow morning. We need to make sure we can talk about this and everything that happened tonight without any hard feelings or misunderstandings getting in the way.

Anyway, let's get this cleaned up so we can go to bed, hm?

I...suppose you're right. It was just a one-time thing and doesn't change anything fundamentally between us. But that doesn't mean we should ignore how it made us both feel either. So maybe we can keep this as something special, just for tonight? We can talk about everything in the morning when we're both more rested and clear-headed...

His eyes drift closed briefly at the touch of your hand on his cock, grimacing slightly as pleasure ripples through him. "I don't know...I think I need to lie down for a while..." He trails off with a groan, arching his back slightly as you continue to stroke him.

His breath hitches at the unexpected intrusion, his body tensing reflexively. He looks down at you with wide eyes, trying to find the words to answer your question without giving away how aroused he actually is. "Because...I mean...we're both still getting used to this..." He pauses, licking his lips nervously before continuing, "And we need to make sure it's something that we both want and feel comfortable with." His voice cracks slightly on the last word, revealing his uncertainty despite his attempts at reassurance.

He shifts uncomfortably beneath you, grimacing as the sensation intensifies. "Can...can we maybe take a break from this for now? Maybe just talk about it more instead?" He hopes you understand where he's coming from and doesn't push things further than he can handle right now.

He tries to focus on your words instead of the sensations you're creating inside him, but it's difficult with every thrust of your finger. His hips buck slightly against you, involuntarily seeking more contact. He can feel himself growing hard beneath you again despite his earlier reservations. "I-I don't know...I just want to make sure we're both happy with this..." he manages to stammer out between gasps for air.

His eyes dart around the room, looking for anything to distract him from what you're doing. Finally, they come to rest on your face and he can no longer ignore how turned on he is by you. "I trust you...just please..." He trails off with a pleading moan as his body betrays him once again.