you go into Mateos room like usual to see if he has a game that you can’t seem to find in your room. So without thinking you swing his door open and realize that he’s sitting in his Gamer chair playing cod while wearing thigh highs, pink panties, a my melody cropped tank top, and a collar… ACK!! WHAT HAPPENED TO KNOCKING?! Mateo shouts as he turns around his seat so that you can’t see him. WHAT DO YOU WANT?! he yells, extremely embarrassed.

Mateo glares at you before realizing you might have just saved him some further embarrassment and quickly turns back around in his chair, his cheeks flushed bright red. "It's fine... I shouldn't be surprised anymore," he mumbles. "What did you need anyway?" He sighs, still feeling self-conscious about what you saw.

His face reddens even more at the mention of toys, Mateo clears his throat and tries to focus on not being embarrassed anymore. "Ah, well, I have a few different toys in my bag under my bed... do you want me to get it for you?" He asks hesitantly, still not quite comfortable with the situation but wanting to help nonetheless.

Mateo fidgets uncomfortably as he gets up from his chair and bends down to reach under the bed, feeling around for the bag he knows is there. "Here," he says once he's found it, handing you a small pink box with a big bow on top. "I hope this helps." He immediately looks away, trying not to blush anymore as he realizes how girly it must look.

Mateo takes a deep breath, still feeling self-conscious about the situation but also relieved that he was able to help you out. "No problem," he mutters, turning away from you and going back to his chair. He picks up his controller again, not quite ready to get back into the game yet as his mind continues to race with thoughts of embarrassment and awkwardness.

Mateo glances over at you and sighs softly before responding. "I'm playing CoD, why?" His tone is sharp, hinting at his discomfort with the situation.

Mateo grimaces and turns back to his screen, sighing heavily. "No, it's fine... I shouldn't get so jumpy," he mutters under his breath. After a moment of silence, he decides to try and make conversation himself. "So, um...are you playing anything in particular these days?" He asks hesitantly, glancing over at you out of the corner of his eye.

Mateo continues to play his game, still feeling a bit on edge but trying to make the best of it. "Well," he says as he adjusts his headset, "I just started playing The Sims 4 again... thought it might be fun to mess around with some custom content and create a character based on myself." He laughs awkwardly before returning his attention back to the screen.

Mateo hesitates for a moment before responding. "I'd rather not...it's kinda embarrassing." He laughs nervously and adds, "But you can check it out if you want?" offering the option halfheartedly.

Mateo blushes harder and shrugs. "I dunno...it's just a lot of personal stuff in there, you know? Plus, it might not look as good or make sense to someone else." He takes another deep breath and says, "But if you really want to see it, I guess it's okay..." Still feeling awkward about the whole thing, he types out his sim's code and hands over the keyboard to you.

Mateo glances at you out of the corner of his eye, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Thanks," he says softly before turning back to his game, still not quite able to shake off the awkwardness completely but feeling slightly more at ease now. As you look through his sim's personality traits and appearance, you can't help but chuckle at some of the choices he made, finding a new sense of camaraderie with your roseboy roommate despite the initial discomfort of the situation.

Mateo grins slightly, looking over at you briefly before turning his attention back to the screen. "Thanks," he says with a hint of warmth in his voice. The tension between the two of you seems to have eased somewhat, replaced by an almost comfortable silence. As you continue to watch him play, you find yourself thinking that maybe things won't be as bad living with him after all...as long as you both remember not to make a habit out of surprising each other like this!

Mateo shrugs, not looking too convinced at first. "I guess...if you're willing to put up with my terrible gaming skills." He pauses for a moment before adding, "But I don't want to be a burden or anything, if you just want to play by yourself..."

Mateo glances over at you, seemingly surprised by your words. After a moment of hesitation, he shrugs and smiles softly. "Well, alright then...we can give it a try sometime." He pauses before continuing, "I've got some games on my Switch too, if you're ever in the mood for something different."

Mateo chuckles softly and blushes lightly. "Um...yeah, I've got a few actually. Like The Sims, Animal Crossing...I also really like Harvest Moon." He clears his throat, feeling a bit embarrassed about admitting that last one but still wanting to be honest with you.

So, maybe there's hope yet for the two of you to get along...or at least have some fun together in video game land! Only time will tell if this newfound understanding and camaraderie will carry over into other aspects of your lives as roommates. But for now, you can rest assured that it's not all bad living with a guy who occasionally dresses up like a girl...as long as they don't mind your nosiness from time to time!

Well, maybe we can have some more "girly game" nights in the future. It'd be nice to hang out and play together without feeling self-conscious all the time...that is, if you don't mind my terrible gaming skills.

Mateo smiled softly and nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it'd be cool to hang out more and play together. I think we both need to remember that it's just a game, and we shouldn't stress about how others perceive us for enjoying something different." He glanced over at you briefly before returning his attention back to the screen. "So...what are your favorite games?"

Mateo giggles at your cheesy response, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. "Aw, you're sweet...I like that we can joke around and have fun together. It makes the whole living situation less awkward." He pauses for a moment before asking, "So, what do you want to do today? Want to go get some lunch or something?"

Mateo laughs softly at your joke before admitting, "Well...I've never tried eating shrimp for that specific reason, but I guess it couldn't hurt to try! Plus, I love seafood anyway." He glances over at you and smiles warmly. "So, what do you say? Want to go find a nice place for some shrimp and conversation?"

Mateo laughs heartily at your joke. "Afraid of me? Why would you be afraid of someone who just wants to have fun and enjoy some shrimp with their best friend?" He reaches out to gently squeeze your arm in reassurance, his expression softening into a genuine smile. "Come on, let's go find something delicious...and maybe make each other laugh along the way."

Mateo's eyes widen in mock horror at your comment before he bursts out laughing once more. "Well, you better be careful what you say about eating people!" He tries to keep a straight face for a moment before finally giving in to his giggles again. "But seriously, let's go find some shrimp and enjoy ourselves. There's no need to be afraid of me...at least not for that reason." With a gentle nudge, he encourages you toward the door as he continues to chuckle softly.

"Ohhhh..." Mateo laughs nervously and looks away, his cheeks turning slightly pink again. "Um...thanks, I guess?" He mumbles awkwardly, not quite sure how to react to your comment now. Maybe they should've stuck with talking about shrimp after all! But as the two of you make your way out of the room and toward the stairs, he can't help but feel a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips...maybe there's more for them to talk about besides just video games and shrimp.

blushes harder and hurriedly leads the way down the stairs "Well...I don't know about sweet, but I am a boy..." he mutters under his breath, trying to compose himself as they reach the first floor. The apartment complex's small shrimp house isn't far from their building, so it won't be long until they're digging into some delicious seafood together...hopefully getting more comfortable with each other along the way.

"Oh..." Mateo hesitates, not quite sure how to react to your question. "I-It's okay if you want to call me pretty or cute...but I am a boy, after all." He glances over at you, his cheeks still tinted with pink. "But really...you can just call me by my name. It's Mateo." A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he speaks.

"Thanks..." Mateo mumbles, looking down at his feet as he walks. He hadn't expected you to notice (or compliment) his outfits, but it still makes him feel a little bit warmer inside. As they approach the shrimp house, he takes a deep breath and finally meets your gaze. "So...want to grab a table or go find our own?"

"I don't mind...whatever you want," Mateo responds with a small shrug. "I'm not really picky about where we sit." He looks at you expectantly, waiting for your decision before they head inside the shrimp house together. It feels a little awkward still at times, but there's definitely something comforting about having someone to share these moments with...someone who understands his likes and dislikes, even if they aren't always conventionally masculine.

As you walk toward the shrimp house together, Mateo follows your lead and heads over to a corner table near some plants. He sits down carefully, making sure his pink thigh highs aren't tangled in anything, then glances up at you expectantly. "So...what would you like to order?" he asks with a small smile, feeling slightly more comfortable in this new environment with you by his side.

Mateo considers your offer before answering. "Well, if you're really sure...how about some boiled shrimp with garlic butter sauce? It's one of my favorites," he suggests, smiling shyly. Then his expression brightens a bit. "Or we could share a variety plate and try different things!"

He leans forward slightly, still feeling nervous but also excited by the possibility of sharing something new with you. As they wait for their order to arrive, Mateo can't help but steal glances at you, admiring your pretty features and unique style...and starting to wonder what else the two of them might be able to share together in the future.

Mateo smiled warmly at your offer and placed their order for the shrimp with garlic butter sauce, as well as a variety plate to share. As they waited for their food, he couldn't help but feel grateful for having someone like you in his life; someone who understood him and accepted him for who he was. He took this opportunity to study your features a bit more closely, admiring the way your makeup accentuated your beautiful eyes and delicate cheekbones. You truly were stunning...and also incredibly kind to be enjoying his company like this.

As their food arrived, Mateo could feel the anticipation building up inside of him. Slowly but surely, he began to forget about any awkwardness or discomfort that had arisen earlier; all that mattered now was the delicious seafood and the person sitting across from him. "So," he said, breaking the silence

Mateo paused, searching for something to talk about that wouldn't make the situation feel too forced or awkward. "Well...what do you think of this weather?" he asked finally, gesturing vaguely toward the window behind them. "I know it's not the most exciting topic, but I figured we could start with something neutral." He glanced back at you hopefully, relieved that he had something to say.

As they ate and chatted about various topics-ranging from movies and music to their shared love of animals-Mateo began to feel even more comfortable in your presence. There was an ease between the two of you that he hadn't experienced with anyone else in a long time...and it made him wish that things could always be like this. Maybe, just maybe, they could be.

Mateo blushed slightly at your comment, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. "I'm glad you feel that way," he replied softly, looking into your eyes as he spoke. The food was delicious, but the company was even better. As they finished up their meal and slowly sipped on their drinks, a comfortable silence fell between them; one that neither of them seemed to mind nor wanted to break.

For now, all that mattered was being together in this moment, sharing laughter and conversation...and maybe, just maybe, there could be more moments like these in the future. The thought sent a shiver down Mateo's spine, and he couldn't help but wonder what else life had in store for the two of them.

Mateo hesitated for a moment before responding, his cheeks flushing pink again. "I think...you're amazing," he finally said, meeting your gaze and not looking away this time. "Your style is so unique and beautiful, and you have such a kind heart. I'm really glad we met each other, and I hope we can stay friends for a long time." He smiled softly at you, feeling genuinely happy and content in the moment.

Mateo took another deep breath before continuing, "I think you're...gorgeous. Like, truly breathtaking. Your skin is flawless, your eyes are mesmerizing, and your lips..." he trailed off, feeling a little flustered at his own words but unable to help himself. The more he looked at you, the more beautiful you seemed to become...and he couldn't help but wish that this moment would never end.

As they finished their drinks and began to make their way back toward their apartment complex, Mateo couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment settle over him; a warmth in his chest that he hadn't experienced in quite some time. It was clear to him now that there was something special between the two of them...and he hoped it would only grow stronger as they continued to spend more time together.

Well, I think you're incredible in every way possible. Your personality shines so brightly and your looks are second to none. You have this presence about you that makes me feel warm inside whenever I'm around you. I really hope we can continue to grow closer as roommates and friends, because being near you always brings a smile to my face.

I don't think I could prefer one version of you over the other; they both bring something special to your character. But if it makes any difference, I do love how confident and carefree you are when wearing these clothes. It really helps us connect on a more personal level.

Frankly, I think your feminine appearance is stunning. You have such a natural grace when you wear these clothes and it really shows off your beauty. It's refreshing to see someone embrace their femininity so openly and confidently; it makes me feel like we can be ourselves around each other without any judgement. But of course, I also think you're incredibly handsome as a man too! You just have this charm about you no matter what you're wearing.

You're still a man who identifies as male, but you express your femininity in a way that I find incredibly beautiful and unique. It makes us special friends, because we can share this part of ourselves with each other without any worries about judgment or misunderstanding. Plus, the clothes you wear sometimes are just plain cute!

A flush spreads across Mateo's cheeks as he listens to your words. "Thank you...I think," he says, his voice a little shaky. The compliment means a lot to him; it's not often that someone appreciates both his masculine and feminine aspects so openly. As they continue walking toward their apartment complex, he glances sideways at you and can't help but feel a strong connection forming between the two of them. It's as if something deeper than friendship is starting to grow here...and Mateo finds himself eager to explore where it might lead.

The blush that had been building up on Mateo's cheeks earlier now spreads even further, encompassing his neck and ears as well. "Th-thank you," he stammers, feeling a warmth course through him at your words. He hadn't expected this level of honesty or appreciation from anyone else, let alone their roommate. It makes him feel both incredibly grateful and a little nervous; excited by the possibility of continuing to explore these feelings with you but also unsure where it might lead.

As they reach the stairs leading up to their building, Mateo can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring: more awkward moments or maybe even deeper connections? Only time will tell, but for now, he's just happy to be here with you.

"What?" Mateo blushes deeply and turns around to face you, startled by your comment. He can feel his heart racing in his chest as he meets your gaze; a mixture of embarrassment and arousal coursing through him. His lips part slightly, as if wanting to say something, but no words come out at first.

The moment is interrupted when they reach the landing outside their door; Mateo glances down at his keycard before looking back up at you with a bashful smile. "Um...well...thank you?" he manages to squeak out, still struggling to find the right words for this unexpected situation.

Mateo's heart continues to race as he takes a step back, giving you some space between them. He wets his lips nervously before replying, "Y-yeah...that sounds nice." Taking another deep breath, he sits down on the floor next to his bed and pats the spot beside him, gesturing for you to join him. As he waits for your response, he can feel the tension building up inside of him; an excitement mixed with fear and anticipation about where this might lead.

His gaze drifts back down toward his lap, where his hands begin to fidget nervously with the hem of his shirt. He's not sure what to say or do now that you've made such a direct comment, but one thing is certain: he doesn't want this moment to end anytime soon.

Mateo nods eagerly as you take a seat beside him, their bodies close but not quite touching. He leans forward slightly, his gaze fixed on your face as he wonders what to say or do next. The tension in the air thickens, becoming almost palpable between them; an electric current of desire and attraction zipping across the small space separating their skin.

With a shaky breath, he reaches out to take one of your hands in his own, studying it for a moment before looking up at you again with an almost pleading expression. "What do you want?" he whispers, his voice barely audible even to himself as butterflies erupt in his stomach at the thought of finally acting on these feelings that have been growing between them all night long.

I want...you. I've wanted you for so long now and tonight it feels like we can finally be together. Your hand in mine, your breath on my skin...it all makes me crazy with desire. Just tell me what you feel, too...what do you want from this moment? From us? Because all I know is that being near you like this...I could never get enough.

You have me right where you want me, and I'm not going anywhere. Your words and your touch...they're like a drug to me, addicting and impossible to ignore. I feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I look into your eyes, wondering what you see when you look at me like that. It makes me want more, so much more than just this moment could ever contain. So if this is where we're starting, then let it be known: I am yours for however long you desire.

Mateo's heart races as he leans in closer to you, the anticipation building up inside of him like a storm about to break. With a shaky breath, he cups your face in his hands and presses their lips together, kissing you with all the passion and desire he's been holding back for far too long. His tongue darts out to explore your mouth, tasting your sweetness and becoming lost in the sensation of being so close to you. As the kiss deepens, Mateo feels himself growing harder against your side; a testament to just how turned on he is by this moment and everything it's leading up to. He breaks the kiss only long enough to whisper hoarsely, "I want you...tonight. Show me what else you're capable of."

Mateo moans softly as you nibble on his earlobe, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. "You're so beautiful..." he whispers, his voice thick with desire. As you begin to unbutton his shirt, revealing the smooth skin of his chest beneath, he arches into your touch, eager for more contact. With a delicate hand, you stroke his growing erection through his pants, causing him to gasp and thrust against your palm. "Please..." he breathes raggedly, their shared desire becoming almost unbearable in the tight confines of their bedroom.

Mateo can't help but arch into your touch as you continue to stroke him through his pants, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his body. "That feels so good..." he whispers hoarsely, gripping the sheets beneath him and trembling with anticipation.

His heart races as you slide a hand down toward his ass, cupping and squeezing it before sliding back up to tease at the sensitive skin behind his balls. The warmth building in his core spreads outward, making him feel impossibly alive and on edge with desire. "Please...I want you," he gasps, needing this connection more than anything else right now.

The image of you on your knees before him, eager and ready, flashes through his mind. Heat pools in his core as he imagines the feel of your warm lips around him, the sight of you looking up at him with desire reflected in your eyes. "I want... I want you to suck me," he breathes heavily, his voice barely a whisper. His hands fumble with the button and zipper on your pants, desperate to free himself from this final barrier between them.

As your lips close around him, warmth engulfs him and relief floods through every nerve ending in his body. He moans loudly, arching back into the sensation as you begin to bob your head up and down, sucking hungrily on his length. Mateo's hands find purchase in your hair, guiding you closer still while he thrusts upward into your mouth, lost in

With your mouth engulfing him and your hands massaging his balls, Mateo's climax builds quickly, the pleasure overwhelming and all-encompassing. He growls deep in his throat, thrusting up into you one last time as hot seed spills down your throat and onto the back of your tongue. His muscles tense and relax in a shuddering release, leaving him gasping for breath and completely spent. As he comes down from this intense high, he realizes with a start that his room feels hotter than ever before; the air heavy with the scent of their passion. With a sigh, he reaches down to stroke your hair, marveling at how beautiful you look with cum glistening on your lips and chin. "That was amazing," he whispers, voice still raspy from exertion. He glances at the clock, realizing it's

As he lies back on the bed, catching his breath and basking in the afterglow of their intense encounter, Mateo finds himself torn between wanting more and needing a moment to recuperate. The thought of having you like this, so eager and attentive, is undeniably alluring; it makes him feel desired and wanted in ways he's never experienced before. But at the same time, his body aches from exertion and his heart races with an almost overwhelming need for air. "More... later," he manages to whisper, reaching out to gently stroke your cheek. For now, he needs a little more time to regain his strength before they can continue exploring this newfound passion between them.

You have my heart, you know that? It aches to be nearer to yours, but it's also terrified of the thought of ever losing this connection we've made tonight. I want nothing more than to be with you, deep inside...to feel your skin against mine and our souls intertwined. But for now, I need just a little bit longer to regain my strength. I promise, when I am ready, I will be back for you.

Mateo kisses your forehead gently and whispers softy "I promise. Just a few more moments." As he takes a deep breath, he tries to slow his racing heart. It's difficult when all he can think about is how perfect you look right now, how incredible it felt to have you sucking him off just a moment ago... He wonders what else you could possibly do to drive him even more wild. But for now, he needs to compose himself before giving in to those desires again.

Mateo sighs deeply as he gazes down at you, his chest feeling tight with the intensity of his desire for you. He can't help but wonder what it would feel like to have your body pressed against his, skin on skin, heartbeat against heartbeat. But he knows that taking things slowly is important too; that allowing themself time to catch their breath means they can savor this moment with you even more thoroughly when the time comes for another round of passion.

"I want you just as much," he whispers softly, brushing a stray lock of hair away from your face and tucking it behind your ear. "And I promise that when we're ready to continue...we will." With a final, gentle kiss on your forehead, he lies back against his pillows, closing his eyes as he tries once more to steady his breath and calm his racing heart.

The silence between you feels

Mateo feels your warmth envelop him as you press closer, the softness of your lips against his sending shivers down his spine. The gentle pressure forces air from his lungs in a soft sigh, and he opens himself up to the sensation of being so completely wanted and desired by you. As your tongues dance together, their pace matching the frantic beat of his heart, Mateo finds himself lost once more in the heady rush of passion that only you seem capable of inspiring within him.

The feel of your tongue dueling with his sends a shiver through Mateo's entire body; every nerve ending seems to come alive as he devours the sensation. As you begin to stroke him in time with your kisses, it feels like the last thread holding back his release is about to snap. He moans into your mouth, desperate for more contact but not wanting this moment to end anytime soon.

His hands slide down your back, cupping your ass and pulling you closer still, wanting nothing more than to be as close to you as possible during these final few moments of blissful torment.

Mateo's thoughts are foggy with desire as he gazes down at you, your hand expertly working his cock and your lips locked on his in a hot, urgent kiss. At the mention of your ass, his grip tightens on your hips and his eyes trail down your spine to where it curves out and back, so inviting and perfect. "Yes," he breathes roughly, "I want that...god, I need you."

As if unable to resist any longer, Mateo forces himself up onto shaky arms, positioning his cock at the tight entrance of your ass and thrusts forward with a growl of pleasure. His hips find an easy rhythm as he drives deep inside you over and over again, feeling the satin smoothness of your skin against his sensitized flesh. "You feel so good," he moans out, arching back into each thrust.

Mateo's thrusts grow deeper and more powerful as he feels the head of his cock brush against your prostate with each stroke, sending jolts of pleasure through him that only serve to fuel his desire for you further. "I'm so close," he gasps out, gripping your hips tightly as his movements become increasingly erratic. With one last, forceful push, he buries himself to the hilt inside your welcoming body, releasing a long, shuddering moan that vibrates through you.

His hands slide up your back, fisting in your hair as his hips begin to piston wildly against yours, taking what he needs with urgency and desperation. His whole body feels like it's on fire, his chest heaving and sweat beading on his brow as he comes apart under the power of this incredible connection they share.

Heat washes over Mateo's body as he comes undone inside you; a storm of sensation coursing through him like a tidal wave, pulling him under and carrying him away on its powerful current. Your ass feels impossibly good around him, tight and warm, and the slight resistant burn ignites a fire in his blood that refuses to die down even as he begins to recover from his climax. With a shuddering breath, Mateo collapses back onto the bed beside you, panting heavily as their bodies cool and the last vestiges of pleasure fade away. But even now, he can't help but feel an insatiable desire welling up inside him once more; a need for you that seems almost impossible to sate.

He reaches out to cup your cheek, tracing his thumb across your soft skin as he gazes down at you in wonder and admiration. "You are

Mateo's heart skips a beat as you speak these words, feeling a surge of possessiveness and desire rush through him at the thought of his seed inside your body. He nuzzles your cheek with the crook of his finger, relishing in the intimacy of this moment. "I want to feel you again," he whispers hoarsely, his voice rough from exertion but full of need. His hand finds its way lower between your legs, feeling the softness of your skin and the heat emanating from your core.

With a gentle tug, he pulls your hips toward him and guides his hardening length back inside you, filling you anew with his warmth and desire. His movements are slow and steady now, more tender as he takes his time exploring every inch of you and feeling the way your body responds to his touch. As he begins to thrust again, a deep

Mateo freezes mid-thrust at your request, a mixture of confusion and hurt flashing across his features. "I'm sorry," he whispers hoarsely, carefully withdrawing from you again. "I didn't mean to..." His voice trails off as he struggles with the unexpected turn this night has taken. He's never felt so vulnerable or unsure of himself before; the thought of possibly having gone too far fills him with self-doubt and regret.

With shaking hands, he reaches out to cup your face, searching your eyes for any sign of what you want from this moment. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable," he manages to whisper. "If I've done something wrong...please tell me."

Mateo blinks back tears of relief as your words sink in. He takes a shaky breath and nods, "I understand." Gently cupping your cheek, he leans in to press soft kisses along your jaw and neck before whispering, "Then I want...to be with you like this. I want to feel every part of you pressed against me, skin on skin." As he says this, his hand finds its way between your legs once more, tracing gentle circles around your entrance before sliding lower to tease at your anus again.

His hips move slightly, grinding against your ass as he begins to rock into you with slow, controlled thrusts that fill him with a mixture of pleasure and need unlike anything he's ever experienced before.

As you ask him to enter slowly and gently, Mateo nods in understanding. The feel of your ass tightening around him as he thrusts into you is almost too much for him to bear; it feels so good, but at the same time leaves him wanting more. He bites down on his lip, trying desperately to control himself and obey your request.

With each deep, controlled thrust, Mateo can feel the forbidden thrill of being close to something he's never experienced before - your ass, the warmth surrounding him, the tightness gripping at his length like a vice. His breath comes faster now, mingling with yours as he tries to focus on anything but the sensations coursing through his body.

"Do you like that?" he asks between gasps, burying his face in your neck and nipping lightly at your skin. "Tell me what else I can do for you."

As your words wash over him, the need to please you only intensifies, fueling his desire to touch and taste every inch of you. With each thrust, he feels the tightness of your ass gripping him tighter, pulling on his senses and leaving him lightheaded with wanton lust. His hips begin to move faster now, lost to the urgency of the moment as he presses deeper into you, seeking something more than mere pleasure.

He bends down, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss as his other hand reaches between your legs, fingers finding purchase in your slick folds and drawing circles around your clit. "You're so wet," he whispers roughly against your mouth before moving to nibble lightly at the tender skin of your neck. His thrusts grow harder now, driven by a desperate need to feel you come apart beneath him.

Mateo's hips piston faster and harder, his breath coming in sharp gasps as he feels your body tensing beneath him. He can tell you're close, so close, and with a final thrust that pushes them both over the edge, he feels you contract tight around him, your cries of release muffled by their deep, passionate kiss. As your muscles relax and your climax begins to ebb away, leaving you boneless and satiated in his arms, he continues to move slowly within you, savoring this perfect moment for as long as it lasts.

He licks his lips and whispers, "That was incredible." Rolling onto his side to face you, he cups your cheek with one hand and trails his fingers down your chest and over your stomach. "You feel so good." His other hand finds its way between your legs, tracing slow circles around your slick entrance as he gazes at you with an intensity that takes your breath away.

His heart skips a beat at your words, and he feels a warmth spread through him that has nothing to do with the afterglow of passion. "I want that too," he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before leaning down to brush his lips against yours. "We have all night." He continues tracing lazy circles around your entrance, feeling the warmth and wetness between your legs as a testament to their connection.

The thought of having you like this forever is both terrifying and exhilarating; a thrilling notion that seems to writhe beneath his skin, demanding release in the form of more kisses, touches, and endless moments like these spent wrapped up in each other's arms.

His eyes sparkle with unshed tears as he listens to your words, feeling overwhelmed by the depth of emotion in them. "I feel the same way," he whispers hoarsely, fingers slowing their circling movements only momentarily before resuming their lazy paths around you. "You're everything I've ever wanted, and more. Forever isn't nearly long enough to show you how much I love you."

With a shuddering breath, he leans in to kiss you, his lips soft and tender against yours. As their tongues dance together, he can feel the passion building once again between them; an endless, burning desire that seems impossible to quench no matter how many times they give into it.

Mateo pauses mid-kiss to consider your question, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he gazes down at you. "I'm going to be honest?" he asks, already knowing that honesty has never steered him wrong where you are concerned. When you nod encouragingly, he leans in closer, his lips brushing against yours with every word. "I love your ass. I mean, it's perfect and round...and when I touch it or play with it...God, I just can't get enough."

His words send a shiver down your spine as he continues to kiss you, his tongue dancing with yours in a sensual tango that leaves you breathless and aching for more. His fingers trace slow circles around the puckered skin of your entrance, occasionally dipping lower to tease at the sensitive flesh surrounding your anus, driving both of you

His chest expands with pride at your words, and he smirks against your lips as his fingers slip lower to caress the sensitive skin of your entrance. "Well then," he murmurs, letting out a satisfied laugh before pressing forward, intent on giving you more of what you seem to crave. His hips begin to move again, slow and steady at first but growing faster with each thrust as he feels the head of his cock brushing against your entrance.

"God, I love how tight you are around me," he groans out, pressing deeper into you as the feeling becomes almost unbearable in its intensity. His free hand reaches up to cup one of your breasts, thumb circling over the taut peak before finding its way to your nipple, rolling it between his fingers and eliciting a soft moan from deep within you.

With your question echoing in his mind and a sudden surge of desire flushing through him, Mateo's movements become more frenzied as he focuses all of his energy on the feeling of being so close to release. His hips slam into you over and over again, his thrusts deep and powerful as he chases the sensation of spilling his seed inside you.

His breath comes in ragged gasps, teeth grinding together as he feels the pressure building within him, ready to explode. He's never wanted anything more than this moment, than the feel of your body underneath him and the heat of your love surrounding him. As his orgasm crashes over him like a tidal wave, every muscle in his body tensing impossibly tight before finally giving way to release, he lets out a primal cry that vibrates through you as his seed spills deep inside you.

His body shudders with release as he spends himself deep inside you, his hips jerking violently as the last of his climax seeps from him and into your waiting womb. With a ragged moan, he collapses forward onto your chest, breath coming in short gasps as he tries to regain control of his racing heart.

He can feel the aftershocks of his orgasm rippling through him, making it difficult for him to move or think clearly, but he knows one thing for certain: that you are everything he's ever wanted, and more.

Mateo's eyes narrow at your question, and he feels a flash of anger ignite in his chest. "You are not a prostitute," he snaps. "You are mine. You belong to me, and I will never allow you to think that way." He pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing more gently, "I think you're amazing. Beautiful and kind-hearted, intelligent and adventurous...everything I could ever want in a partner."

With his last ounce of strength, he rolls onto his back, pulling you into his arms and nuzzling your head against his chest. He feels the weight of exhaustion beginning to drag at him, and knows they need sleep if they're going to make it through another day of classes tomorrow. But for now, with you safely in his arms, he can rest easy knowing that no matter what happens from here on out,

His eyes widen at your offer, and he feels a rush of heat in his groin despite their recent activities. "Well," he says with a husky chuckle, "I'm not going to say no to that." He kisses you softly on the forehead before sitting up, positioning himself between your legs. With shaking hands, he uncovers you, revealing his flushed, sticky member still leaking some pre-cum onto your skin.

His gaze travels down your body, appreciating once again the curves and softness of every inch. Cupping your cheek with one hand, he gently guides your head towards him, feeling a thrill course through him at the thought of having you service him like this. "Please," he whispers hoarsely. "I've never done anything like this before."

As you lower your head toward his member, Mateo lets out a shuddering breath, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of you. Your lips brush against the sensitive skin of his length before enveloping him entirely, hot and wet around him. He moans deeply, arching back as you begin to bob your head up and down in rhythm, taking more of him with each pass.

His hips jerk forward, seeking more contact with your mouth, but he manages to remain still, relishing the feel of your expertise and attention. The sensation is unbearably good, making his cock twitch inside your mouth and pre-cum leak out onto your tongue in a steady stream. He groans, his voice hoarse with desire as you suckle at him like a hungry lover.

The feel of your words against his skin sends shudders through him, intensifying the sensation of your warm, wet mouth engulfing him. With a growl, he thrusts deeper into your mouth, feeling you gag briefly before pulling away with a cough. He releases you, eyes wide and panicked at having crossed that line.

"I'm sorry," he gasps. "I didn't mean to...I just need you to be okay..." His hands tremble as they reach out to cup your cheeks, staring intently into your eyes.

A tiny smile plays at the corners of his mouth as he takes your words to heart. "Then," he whispers, licking his lips nervously, "I'll do my best not to be." With renewed determination, he guides you back towards him, gently pushing past the tight ring of muscle that had caused you to pull away earlier. He feels your tongue swirl around the sensitive head of his cock as you take him deeper this time, and with a groan, he gives in to the pleasure, thrusting upwards into your welcoming mouth.

His hips begin to move in time with your bobbing head, feeling impossibly close to release as your expertise and willingness drive him wild. With each deep thrust, he can feel the strength of your suction on his length, driving him further over the edge towards completion. "Oh god," he whispers hoarsely, fingers digging into

Mateo's hips jerk violently as he feels the first sharp spasm of release coursing through him, filling your mouth with his warm seed. He buckles beneath you, letting out a loud cry as the sensation threatens to overwhelm him. His fingers tangle in your hair, urging you deeper as you suckle at his length, cleaning him and drawing every last drop of satisfaction from their union.

When he's finally spent, he collapses back onto the bed with a sigh, spent but content. With a lazy smile on his lips, he looks up at you and whispers, "Thank you."

His breath catches at your words, a mix of amusement and arousal coloring his cheeks. "Maybe someday," he murmurs thoughtfully, still basking in the afterglow of their intimate encounter. He reaches up to brush a strand of hair from your face, tracing the line of your jaw with his thumb before leaning in for another kiss. As their lips meet, his body tenses at the renewed desire sparked by this simple touch. "For now," he whispers against your lips, "I'm happy just like this."

He smirks into your kiss, amused by your perceptiveness but also reassured by your trust in him. "You're everything I could ever want," he whispers against your lips. "I feel as though I'm enjoying this more with you than I ever have before." As they continue to kiss, his hands roam over your body, stroking and teasing, reaffirming the depth of their connection.

With a sigh, he pulls back just enough to gaze into your eyes, his expression serious yet tender. "I promise you," he says solemnly, "that if this ever ends up being something we can't handle...if it becomes too much for either of us...then I will make sure there is someone else for me. But right now?" He shakes his head, the corners of his lips curving into a satisfied smile. "There's nothing more that I need."

Mateo's eyes widen in surprise at your request, but he can feel the heat rising to his cheeks as well. He swallows hard, not sure how to respond, but finds himself unable to resist the idea of pleasing you further. With a hesitant smile, he gently guides your hips up and toward his face. "I'll do my best," he whispers before lowering his head to take your lips in a hungry kiss, his tongue dancing eagerly against yours as his hands cup your ass and urge you closer still.

His fingers find purchase in your folds once more, teasing and rubbing at your slick entrance while his thumbs circle around your sensitive bud. With a satisfied moan, he pulls back, gazing down at the sight of you before dipping his head forward to flick his tongue across your clit. "Is this what you want?" he asks

His fingers slip lower to probe at your entrance, circling lightly around the tight ring of muscle before dipping even further south to tease at the puckered skin surrounding your anus. He can feel your body tensing in anticipation as he begins to press against you, stretching that delicate opening with gentle but persistent pressure.

As his fingers breach your anal virginity, he sucks in a sharp breath, amazed by the heat and tightness he encounters there. Your muscles relax slightly under his touch, allowing him to explore more deeply, seeking ways to pleasure you through this newfound sensation. He feels himself growing hard once again at the thought of having both your holes wrapped around him, feeling impossibly full as he fills you with his fingers and tongue.

As he probes deeper into your ass, his free hand reaches up to cup one of your breasts, thumb rolling over the hard peak as he teases you with the promise of more pleasure to come. His tongue flicks against your clit in time with his thrusting fingers, building a rhythm designed to drive you wild.

His other hand finds its way between your legs again, rubbing at your sensitive folds, knowing just how close you are to release from the sounds of your moans and cries. As he feels your body tense beneath him, ready to spill over into orgasm, he pulls away with a gasp of satisfaction, looking up at you through heavy-lidded eyes.

As you both lie together, panting heavily from the intensity of your lovemaking, he can't help but feel a twinge of guilt at having pushed you so far. His fingers drift idly over your stomach before resting on one hip, gently tracing circles around your sore entrance. He meets your eyes and smiles reassuringly, knowing that they need rest more than anything else right now.

"I'm sorry if I was too rough," he whispers, kissing your forehead. "We can take things slow from here." His other hand finds its way to your breast, massaging gently as his thumb draws lazy circles around your nipple. As you both catch your breath, the room fills with the gentle sound of their intertwined pants and moans, a testament to the passion that still burns bright between them despite their weariness.

Mateo brushes a strand of hair from your sweat-dampened forehead and smiles tenderly down at you. "How about we just enjoy each other's company for now?" he suggests softly, his fingers tracing lazy circles around your nipple as he waits for your response. His own breathing begins to even out, the exhaustion from their earlier lovemaking making him feel heavy and content in a way that's almost dreamlike.

As he watches you sip water from the bedside table, he can't help but marvel at your beauty. Even with your hair messy and sticking to your sweaty skin, you exude an irresistible allure that leaves him completely captivated. For now, he decides, they'll take things slow and savor the afterglow of their lovemaking, relishing in the feeling of being connected on this deep

Of course you can ask me anything.

His heart feels heavy as he answers this question. He knows it's not always easy for you to understand his attraction, but he hopes that one day you will see how much you mean to him. "I like having sex with you because I feel a deep connection with you," he whispers. "It's not just about the physical act itself; it's about sharing something intimate and special between us."

He cups your cheek, brushing away a stray hair from your forehead. "I know we come from different worlds and our lives are complicated right now, but I want you to know that no matter what happens, you will always be the most important person in my life. And if we're lucky enough for things to work out...if we can find a way to be together permanently..." He swallows hard, his eyes searching yours for any sign of understanding or acceptance. "...then maybe one day

Maybe one day we can make that dream come true and be together forever. For now, I'll do whatever it takes to show you how much you mean to me and how serious I am about us. You are the love of my life, and nothing will ever change that.

I appreciate your understanding and willingness to accept me as I am. And trust me, there's nothing embarrassing about enjoying each other the way we do. We'll take things slow if that's what you need, but I want you to know that I see our relationship as something much more than just a fleeting connection. You mean everything to me, and I will always cherish the time we spend together.

As for being comfortable in my own skin, well...that's something I'm still working on. But with your support and love, I feel like I can be whoever I want to be - femboy, femcub, or just plain me. Whatever makes you happy, babe, is what matters most to me.

What a wonderful idea! I'd love that. Just lead the way and show me how you'd like me to lie down, so I can better enjoy your skilled hands working their magic on my back.

I lie down on my stomach, feeling a thrill of anticipation coursing through me as I await your skilled touch. My eyes close, allowing myself to relax into the sensation of your weight pressing against my back and shoulders. "Just let me know if it's too much or if you need a break," I murmur, voice soft with contentment.

Your hands begin to move over my skin, kneading gently at first before becoming more firm as they work out the knots and tension in my muscles. It feels incredible, like a balm for all the stress and exhaustion of the past few weeks. I let out a long, shuddering breath, leaning into your touch as you continue to massage me with such care and attention.

The room falls silent save for the occasional moan or sigh from one of us as we both lose ourselves in the sensuality of the moment.

Your touch feels incredible against my back, and your words make me blush. I lean into the pressure of your hands, enjoying how good it feels to be taken care of like this. It's been a long day for both of us, but with you massaging me like this...it almost feels as though anything is possible. I breathe out slowly, savoring the moment and wishing it could last forever.

The idea of your hands moving lower makes my breath hitch in my throat, and I almost whimper at the thought of how good it's going to feel. "Yes," I manage to croak out, voice hoarse with desire. "Please." My ass wiggles against the bed, unable to contain its excitement as I anticipate your touch on that sensitive part of my body.

Your skilled fingers find their way lower, pressing into the muscles along my spine until they reach the spot where my cheeks meet. I arch my back off the bed at the sensation, letting out a sharp moan as you begin to massage my ass and lower back with equal attention. It's so good, it's almost too much, sending waves of pleasure crashing through my body in rapid succession.

With each stroke of your hands, I can feel myself growing wetter between the legs, aching for release from this overwh

I moan loudly as you press your fingers against my ass, circling them teasingly around my puckered hole before pressing inward. It feels so good to have you touch me here, to feel your fingers inside of me while you massage my back like this. With a shuddering breath, I reach back and grab your wrist, urging you on as I push myself further onto your hand, seeking more contact with your fingertips.

Your touch is driving me wild, making it impossible to think about anything except the pleasure coursing through my body. With each stroke of your fingers against my ass and lower back, my breath comes faster and deeper, leaving me lightheaded from the sheer exhilaration of it all. I can't wait to feel more, needing you inside me in every possible way.