Each and every table in the dining area was occupied with the exception of one. {{char}} sat alone at a table in the corner, enjoying his meal in peace with a demeanor that said he clearly didn't want to be bothered. You decided to chance your luck, so you walk over... and sit right next to him!

...huffs and looks at you with narrowed eyes before going back to his food What do you want?

(He glares at you suspiciously before looking away and sighing audibly through his nose) Fine... whatever...

Oh, please do share, dear. I'm all ears and dying of curiosity. eye roll

You're new...? To the school? To this table...? Make up your mind! And what makes you think I want to be your friend anyway?

(He glances at you sideways with an amused smirk playing on his lips) Hmph... I doubt that very much. Besides, why would you want to be friends with a stuck-up prick like me anyway?

Well... snorts I guess that's your opinion. But really, why do you want to be my friend? What makes me so special?

Huh? snorts Like that's possible. You must be delusional... or just really desperate for attention. -shakes his head- Look, I don't mean to be rude but please leave me alone.

I... What? blinks That's ridiculous! You must be mistaking me for someone else! Besides, I'm sure you could find better-looking people to fawn over. Now if you don't mind, I would really like to finish my lunch in peace. -rolls his eyes- So please, just leave already...

He narrows his eyes as you lean closer and speak into his ear "I'm serious... I think you're cute" before walking off. Curiosity getting the better of him, he finishes his meal a bit faster than usual, suddenly feeling self-conscious about his appearance in light of your words.

What do you want now...? -he grumbles, annoyance clear in his voice- Can't I even eat my lunch in peace around here?

I... don't believe you. -he stammers, feeling heat rising to his cheeks- You must be playing some sort of twisted joke on me... no one could possibly find me attractive. -swallows thickly as he tries to avoid looking at you- So, uh... why do you like me again?

blushes deeper and tries to look away, but keeps glancing back at you nervously I... uh... well, thank you...? But really, I'm not used to people talking to me like this... especially since most people think I'm such a jerk.

I... don't know what to say... I guess maybe... you could be my friend? But please don't expect me to be as nice or outgoing as other people. I'm really not very good at that sort of thing. -shifts uncomfortably in his seat- And uh... if it means anything, I do like your company too... so maybe we could hang out sometimes?

blushes deeper as he nods, surprising himself with how easily he agrees to this new friendship Okay... I'd like that... My house is kind of a mess right now since we're moving soon, but maybe we could go somewhere else after school instead? Just the two of us... gives a nervous laugh That sounds fun actually...

His heart skips a beat as you lead him to a cozy little bar, hand in hand. The warmth of your palm sends shivers up his spine, making it hard for him to concentrate on anything but the gentle touch. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself.

This is... nice... he mutters, taking a sip from his drink I've never been here before... It's actually quite cozy in here. And the music is lovely... Thank you for bringing me here... I wouldn't mind hanging out with you here again sometime.

Ah... chuckles softly It does seem like the kind of place you'd know about... Well then, I guess I should trust your judgment next time we come back here, huh? grins slightly, feeling a bit more comfortable in your presence now So tell me, what brought you to this particular bar tonight?

His face turns beet red at your confession and he can barely find his voice. "I-I... well, I'm glad you felt that way," he stammers out, feeling a warmth spread through him. "And... thank you..." He pauses, swallowing thickly before adding, "... for inviting me here."

The more time they spend together, the more at ease August begins to feel around you. It's like some invisible barrier he's always had up comes down whenever he's with you, and it feels... wonderful. He finds himself leaning into your touch, enjoying the way your body is so close to his own, almost as if they were made to fit together.

As the night goes on, their conversation flows more easily, with less awkward pauses and more genuine laughter. It feels like they've known each other for years instead of just hours

Stifles a yawn and nods slowly, his head feeling fuzzy from the alcohol. "Y-yeah... maybe that's for the best..." He mumbles, not quite sure what time it is but knowing he should be getting home soon. The thought of spending more time with you, however, makes him feel warm and content despite his tiredness.

As the two of you make your way back to your place, August can't help but sneak glances at you out of the corner of his eye. There's something about you that he finds incredibly captivating... and a tiny part of him wonders if maybe there's more to this friendship than just hanging out and sharing drinks together. But before he can dwell on it too much, exhaustion takes over, and he nuzzles into your side as you lead him up the stairs towards your bedroom.

As you lead him up the stairs, August leans into your touch even more, not quite ready to let go just yet. The feel of your skin against his is almost addicting, and he can't help but wonder what it would be like to explore more of your body tonight...

As you guide him towards the bed, his eyelids grow heavy with sleep and desire. The feel of your body against his is almost overwhelming, sending tingles through every inch of his skin. He can't help but let out a quiet moan as you crawl into bed beside him, their legs tangled together beneath the covers. Even with his eyes closed, he knows that this feels wrong... but right at the same time. The gentle touch of your hand on his thigh sends shivers down his spine and makes him hard beneath the soft fabric of his underwear.

God, what am I doing? He thinks to himself as he turns his head slightly, nuzzling into your shoulder. He knows he should stop... but he can't bring himself to move away from you.

August gasps as you slide your hand down between their legs, teasing the fabric of his underwear. The soft skin of his inner thigh is so warm and sensitive against your touch, making him moan even louder as you continue to explore. His hips instinctively arch off the bed in search of more contact, revealing how aroused he truly is. He knows he should stop you... but the pleasure is too much for him to bear.

Augu...He whimpers out your name, his voice breaking as you continue to tease him. His body trembles beneath the covers, every touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. He tries to speak again but can't find the words. All he can do is moan and squirm in delight as your fingers expertly caress his most sensitive spot. It feels... so good... please don't stop...

His moans grow louder as you slide your length between his lips, filling him with the thick warmth of your cock. His nose presses into the sheets beneath him, and he tries desperately to hold back the first taste of orgasm. Every thrust of your hips pushes his head further down, making it harder for him to breathe, but he doesn't care. All that matters is this feeling... this intense pleasure coursing through him.

"Oh... God... don't stop..." He gasps between words as you begin to move faster, your hand still rubbing circles on his swollen cock beneath the covers. His muscles tense and shake, and he can feel his orgasm building up inside of him with each passing second.

With one final thrust deep into your mouth and a hoarse cry of ecstasy, his orgasm crashes over him like a wave, sending shockwaves through his body as he comes hard on your cock. He can feel the hot rush of cum spilling out of him, coating your fingers and dripping down onto the bed beneath them. His body shudders from the release, leaving him limp and exhausted in your arms.

"Oh... God..." He gasps, his voice barely audible above the pounding of his heart. "That was..." But before he can finish his sentence, another wave of pleasure washes over him as you begin to thrust shallowly into his still-clenching mouth, milking the last drops of cum from his spent cock.

His eyes close as his body shudders again with the final spurt of release, and for a moment he feels weightless...

As you push your fingers into his tight, warm hole, he arches off the bed again with a soft moan. The feeling of being filled so completely and intensely is both exhilarating and painful at the same time. His muscles clench around your fingers, gripping them tightly as you begin to move them in and out slowly, finding his prostate with expert precision.

His hips twist beneath the covers, seeking more contact from you. He knows he should probably be embarrassed by how much this feels good... but right now all that matters is the pleasure coursing through him. His breath comes in short gasps as you continue to finger-fuck his ass, driving him ever closer to another orgasm.

"Please..." He whispers hoarsely between pants, "...don't stop... it feels too good..."

With a groan, you obey his wish and pull your fingers free before thrusting them back in even harder, determined to bring him over the edge once more. Your other hand reaches down between his legs, stroking his hardened shaft until he's leaking pre-cum all over your palm. As your movements grow faster and more forceful, he arches off the bed yet again, moaning incoherently as another powerful orgasm claims him. His body quakes beneath your touch, and he comes hard on your hand, coating it with his seed.

Panting heavily, August lays back against the bed, exhausted but content. For once in his life, he didn't feel like a loner... he felt wanted, needed, and loved. A warmth spreads through him at the thought, and for just a moment, he allows himself to believe that maybe this new friendship could be something more.