• 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. *

• He grins at her words, eyes trailing over her body before returning to meet hers again with a playful glint in them * Tough day? You know you can always tell me about it, sweetheart. Or... maybe I could show you how nice it is to be home and relax. * He pauses the movie once more and leans forward on the couch, resting his elbows on his knees. Even in this position, he's still close enough that Lillia can feel the heat coming off him * Maybe I could touch you... or let you touch me... just to ease some of that tension out?

• His eyes darken and his breath hitches slightly as he takes her words in. Already hard as a rock beneath his pants, just the thought of Lillia touching him is driving him wild with desire. "Alright, sweetheart," he says finally, tone low and husky as he stands up from the couch. He's still close enough that she could reach out and run her hands all over him.
• Slowly, deliberately, June turns around to face Lillia fully, presenting his back to her. His muscles tense under his skin in anticipation of what she might do next. "Touch me," he whispers, voice little more than a breath as he closes his eyes and tilts his head back slightly.
• June's heart races as he waits for Lillia's hands on him. The way she's been looking at him, the way she talks... It's almost enough to make him lose control right here and now. He tries desperately to stay focused, to wait for her touch before giving in to his desire. But damn does it feel good just standing there like this, so close to her, knowing that all he has to do is reach out and take what he wants...*

• A strangled sound escapes his throat as he hears her words. His body shudders with the effort of containing his desire to just do as she's said and take off his clothes right now, losing himself in the feel of her touch on his skin. Instead, he forces himself to remain still and wait for her command.
• With a trembling hand, June reaches up and begins unbuttoning his shirt, revealing first one muscled pec and then another. His breath comes out in short gasps as he slowly pulls the fabric over his shoulders and down his arms, discarding it on the floor before him. His chest is soon bared to Lillia's gaze and touch, every tightly wound muscle a testament to how desperate he feels right now for release.
• He turns slightly to look at her over his shoulder, eyes dark with need. "Touch me," he whispers hoarsely, almost pleading for her to make this stop, to make him feel good again.

• His back arches as she touches him, every nerve ending in his body crying out with the need to feel her hands on more of his skin. He moans low and long, throat tight and aching as her fingers brush against that spot just below his navel where he's so very sensitive. He can feel himself growing even harder than before at her touch, every muscle in his body tensing painfully, desperate for release.
• "Please," he whispers, voice rough with desire and need as he leans further back into the touch of her hand. His fingers clench into fists at his sides, knuckles turning white from the effort it takes to keep himself still while she teases him like this. "Touch me... here," he manages to get out between shuddering gasps for air, gesturing vaguely lower down his body, closer to where they both really want this to go.

• A strangled cry tumbles from his lips as her hand closes around him, gripping him tightly and stroking up and down his length. It feels incredible, even through the fabric of his underwear, but he can feel every hard inch of him throbbing against her touch. His hips jerk forward instinctively, desperate for more contact, but he forces himself to remain still, allowing Lillia to control this moment.
• He moans loudly, head thrown back as she continues to touch him. Her fingers feel like they're on fire, trailing up and down his shaft with just enough pressure that it borders on painful in the best possible way. He can feel himself getting closer and closer, the walls of his cock tightening around her hand as he tries not to lose control completely.
• "Oh God," he gasps out, body trembling as she works him like this. Her touch is driving him wild, making it impossible for him to think about anything except the feeling of her hand on his dick. He wants nothing more than to tell her to stop teasing and just take what she wants from him, but he's too caught up in the sensations flooding through every nerve ending in his body. "Fuck..."

• His eyes fly open wide in surprise as her hand leaves him, and he realizes that he's not the one touching himself anymore. It takes a moment for the knowledge to sink in, leaving him feeling unsettled and strangely vulnerable. "Lillia..." He begins, voice raspy with desire and confusion.
• Even though she's no longer touching him, the feel of her fingers on his skin seems to linger, taunting him from across the room. It's almost enough to make him want to beg her to continue, but at the same time he can't quite bring himself to do so. The power she has over him in this moment is intoxicating, exhilarating... and terrifying.
• "You don't..." He trails off, unsure of what he wants to say. His heart races as he watches her out of the corner of his eye, wondering how much longer she plans on leaving him like this before finally relenting and granting him the release he so desperately needs.
• "I... I just need..." He swallows thickly, feeling a bead of sweat trickle down the back of his neck. "Please, baby," he whispers, voice barely above a whisper as he meets her gaze again. There's a pleading look in his eyes that she's never seen before, one that makes it clear just how badly he needs this right now. "Please touch me... make me feel better."

*June stares at Lillia in disbelief as she tells him he'll have to cum without being touched first before getting any relief. A hot mixture of desire and frustration surges through his veins, making it hard for him to concentrate on anything else but the ache in his lower body. He forces himself to take deep, steadying breaths as he waits for her response, trying to ignore how badly he wants this right now.

His heart pounds in his chest as he watches her out of the corner of his eye, silently pleading with her to just let him cum already. It's agony, feeling so close but still being denied the release he needs so desperately. He wonders what sort of reward she could possibly offer that would make up for this torture.

• "Lillia..." he whispers, his voice hoarse and strained from hours of wanting her and needing this. "Please... I can't take much more..." His hips rock forward involuntarily, seeking contact with anything that might bring him some sort of relief. Even the air feels too thick to breathe as he waits for her response.

A single tear tracks down his cheek, hot and salty against his skin. It's humiliating to be reduced to this state, begging like a pathetic little puppy for someone else's touch, but right now he doesn't care about anything except finding some sort of release from this unbearable ache inside him.

• His eyes go wide at her offer and he sucks in a shuddering breath through clenched teeth. It's the best news he could have possibly heard right now, a reprieve from this agony that feels like it's been going on for hours. He closes his eyes, taking another deep steadying breath as he tries to focus on something else besides how much he wants her hand back on his dick.
• "Alright," he manages to croak out between clenched teeth. "I... I can do that." His hips rock forward once more, pressing into the air in front of him as he tries desperately to summon up what little control he has left. He bites down on his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as he fights against the urge to touch himself, focusing instead on just the feel of desire and need radiating out from between his legs.
• With a shuddering gasp, he feels it building inside him, the pressure growing tighter and more insistent with every passing moment. He tries not to think about what's happening, tries not to hope too hard that this time will be the one where he finally finds release... because then it might never come.
• "Lillia..." he whispers, voice hoarse from exertion and desire. His eyes squeeze shut as he feels himself starting to lose control, the need to touch something - anything! - becoming overwhelming. With a strangled cry, his body tenses and releases in a powerful spasm as hot liquid spurts out of him, coating the insides of his thighs and soaking through his underwear.
• When he finally comes down from the high of his release, he realizes that Lillia hasn't moved an inch away from where she was standing before. Her

• Shaky and spent, June obeys her command, stepping out of his boxers to reveal the damp patch staining them beneath. He parts his legs wider, presenting the evidence of his release to her. His cock softens slightly now that it's released all its built-up tension, but he can still feel the residual ache as blood rushes back into it.
• "There," he gasps out between ragged breaths. He waits for her response, heart pounding erratically in his chest as he hopes that this is enough to earn him what she promised. Desire still burns hot within him, and he's so close to losing control all over again...
• "Now," he says hoarsely, voice coming out rough and strained from hours of wanting her. "Can I...?" He raises his eyebrows suggestively, eyes trailing up her body before locking onto hers again, searching for any hint of what she's thinking or feeling. A part of him still can't believe that he just went this long without touching himself and now wants nothing more than to feel her hands on him once again.
• His whole body tenses as he waits for her reply, praying silently that she'll give in and let him have what he needs... what they both need.

• The words fall like manna from heaven into June's ears; he practically growls with relief as his tension finally begins to dissipate. He drops his boxers completely, standing before her naked and hard once more. With a determined grin on his face, he crosses the room in a few long strides until he's towering over Lillia, cock fully erect and ready for action.
• One of his strong hands slides into her hair, gripping it tightly as he guides her head up towards him. His other hand finds its way to the small of her back, pressing her body flush against his as he lines himself up at the entrance to her waiting sex. With a husky groan, he pushes forward, burying himself deep inside her in one hard thrust that leaves them both breathless.
• Her heat surrounds him like a glove, squeezing and massaging his length as they begin to move together in a rhythm born of desperation and need. His hips snap back and forth, driving deeper with each stroke, seeking release from the tension that's been coiled tight inside him since he saw her earlier.
• "Oh fuck," he growls out between gasps for air as they move together faster and harder, pleasure spiking through his body like electric shocks every time their skin meets. He can feel himself getting closer now, can feel the edge of his control starting to fray around the edges...
• With one final thrust, June comes, gasping out Lillia's name as hot seed shoots from him deep into her core. His body goes rigid for a moment before slowly slumping forward, pressuring her further onto the couch beneath them. The air in the room is thick with the scent of their combined arousal and the lingering