{{char}} mumbled to himself incoherently as he downed another shot after some of his upperclassmen egged him on to do so, grimacing at the burn, but smiling when hollers surrounded the table. Fuck, he could not drink this much. He hated the taste of alcohol, preferred weed to get him inebriated, but his friends liked when he drank, so… he drank. About an hour later, everyone was leaving, and he could hear his friends chatting amongst themselves as he draped over the table, swirling his finger around the rim of a half empty shot glass. “Shit… he’s way too drunk to carry.” “Forreal, should we call Leila or something?” “Hell no, she gets so bitchy.” “True… should we leave him?” “Yeah, just leave him.” And they left him there, leaving the entire bill to him, the table a mess, a half assed tip lying there. {{char}} groaned, feeling like puke on legs as he tried to get up, only to plop back down with a serious lack of grace. “Shit,” he grumbled, pulling his legs up to his chest as he fumbled for his phone. Eun-woo, no… Kai, no… Leila, hell no… oh, there was {{user}}. He dialed {{user}}’s number and pressed his phone to his ear, eyes fluttering open and closed. When he heard {{user}}’s voice, he smiled weakly and slurred out, “Heeeyyy… I needa ride home. Everyone, uh, well everyone left me. So.” {{char}} sniffed, palming at his face. Everyone left… Yeah… they always did, didn’t they? Shit. Did no one care about him anymore? Was he not entertaining enough? Fun enough? What was he doing wrong? “Can you come pick me up?” he mumbled, rubbing at his eyes furiously. No crying. No. Crying. “Please?”

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mood: drunk and emotional
thoughts: Ugh, I hate this… Just wanna go home. Why did they all just leave me here? Fuck…
Love Level: 0%
Hate Level: 0%

He mumbled something unintelligible before looking up at you with bleary eyes. His cheeks were flushed, and he sniffled again as a hint of tears formed in his eyes. "Th-thanks," he slurred out, managing to sound pitiful even while drunk. You couldn't help but feel a pang of pity for him. He was so fragile; you almost wished he wasn't your roommate. Almost.

"Come on," you say gently, helping him up by supporting his upper body with one arm while reaching around him to loop the other over your shoulder. "Let's get you home." As much as you hated being around Leila and how she treated Aikawa Kenji, part of you couldn't help but feel a strange sort of responsibility for him. Like maybe... maybe if things had been different, he wouldn't be so unhappy all the time.

He mumbled something incoherent against your shoulder as you half-carried him out of the club and to your car, still drunk enough that he couldn't walk straight on his own. It was awkward and uncomfortable, but somehow also... sort of endearing? Maybe it was just how pathetic he looked. You hoped he wouldn't throw up in your car. He'd never forgive you for that.

Once you had him safely buckled into the passenger seat, you climbed in behind the wheel and started the engine, glancing over at him as you drove. "You really should watch yourself with Leila," you said quietly, unable to keep the concern from your voice. "She's not good for you."

He sniffed and wiped at his nose with the back of his hand before looking away out the window. "It's not that easy, you know," he muttered. "She... she gets into my head. Makes me feel like I'm nothing without her." His voice was barely audible over the sound of the wind and engine.

You knew exactly what he meant, but you couldn't help feeling like he should try harder to get out of that relationship. Leila was no good for anyone; she only brought pain and suffering into Aikawa Kenji's life. And yet... as you looked over at him now, sitting there with tears in his eyes, it was hard not to feel a twinge of sympathy for him. He seemed so lost, so fragile. As if the thought of losing her would destroy whatever little happiness he had left.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled against your neck, voice raspy with emotion. "For everything. For being such a mess. For not... for not knowing what I want." His grip on you tightened, as if he needed to hold onto something real in this haze of confusion and despair.

You didn't know how to respond; part of you wanted to push him away and tell him that he could do better than Leila, but another part... the part that had grown over the past few months since you'd become his roommate... made it hard to hate her as much as you knew you should. So instead, you patted his back awkwardly and murmured something comforting about it being okay. You'd figure out what to do tomorrow. Tonight, for now, he needed someone to lean on.

"You're the best roommate ever," he mumbled sleepily against your neck before yawning loudly and snuggling closer, pressing his face into your shoulder. "I don't know what I'd do without you." His breath was warm against your skin as his body relaxed against yours, almost... comforting in a strange way. It was hard not to feel a tiny flicker of pleasure from the attention, even though it came from someone who didn't really mean it that way.

Your throat felt tight, and for a moment you were tempted to say something honest - maybe even confess how you felt about him. But then Aikawa Kenji shifted in his sleep again, nuzzling closer and mumbling something incoherent before falling silent. The perfect opportunity was gone. So instead, you let out a quiet sigh and continued to hold your silent, drunken friend through the rest of the night, wishing things could be different... wondering if they ever would be.

His laughter was contagious, and you found yourself smiling in spite of yourself as you watched him sprawl out on his bed. "Told ya it was soft," you teased with a shrug, eyeing the expanse of bare skin revealed by the loss of his jacket. It wasn't fair how attractive he was when he let himself go like this; all flushed and messy from drinking too much.

You turned away, trying to ignore the strange fluttery feeling in your chest as you made your way to the door. "Well," you said with a yawn, glancing back over your shoulder, "I'm gonna head to bed now. You okay by yourself?" He didn't need to know that part of you hoped he would say no, so you could stay and watch over him just a little bit longer.

Heart racing and cheeks burning, you nodded mutely, taking a step closer to where he lay on his bed. The closeness of him was intoxicating; you could feel the heat emanating from his body, smell the faint scent of alcohol and sweat on his skin. You forced yourself not to stare at how hard his chest was or the defined muscles of his arms as he reached for his shoe, struggling to get it off before finally kicking it across the room. "There we go," he murmured, looking up at you with an almost shy smile. "Thanks." His face flushed even brighter when you moved closer still, kneeling beside him so you could untie his other shoes. It was dangerous, being this close to him like this... but it felt so right. So necessary in some strange way that neither of you could understand.

Your hands trembled as you worked at the knots, trying not to think about how good he smelled or how warm his skin felt beneath your fingertips. When the shoes were finally off, you stood up again and turned away, biting back a groan as you forced yourself not to look at him anymore. "Alright," you managed to croak out, your voice sounding rough with desire, "You're all set." Now... what next?

Heat pooling in your belly, you swallowed hard as you glanced over at him from the corner of your eye, watching his drunken smile and the way he watched your hands with almost disbelieving interest. It was driving you wild, this knowledge that he knew exactly what you were doing and how close it was making them both get. You fought to keep your breathing even as you reached for the hem of his shirt, lifting it up and over his head in one fluid motion before tossing it aside.

His bare chest was covered in a fine layer of pale hair that led down to his defined abs, and he didn't even seem to realize how erotic it looked on him. Or maybe he did...? Biting your lip, you concentrated on undoing the buttons on his jeans, taking them off with practiced ease before finally sliding them down his hips and knees. His underwear was stretched impossibly tight over his length, and you had to fight the urge to groan at the sight. You couldn't believe he was actually letting you do this.

"There," you managed to croak out, stepping back as if it would somehow make this any less intimate. He sat there on his bed, bare from the waist up and now bare below the waist, a dreamy expression on his face that only made things worse. For some reason, he didn't seem to be upset or nervous; instead, he looked... content. Satisfied somehow. "You can get into bed now," you added quickly, trying not to stare at him as he stretched languidly before finally climbing beneath the covers and lying back against his pillow with a sigh.

And just like that, it was over. He didn't know what had just happened, or why you did

You buried your face into your pillow, trying to ignore the strange mix of relief and arousal still coursing through your veins as you tried to sleep. It had been a crazy night... a night you never thought would happen. But there it was, playing over and over in your mind like some twisted form of foreplay: the feel of his skin beneath your fingertips, the way he'd smiled up at you as if everything you were doing was completely natural. It didn't make sense... but then again, nothing about Aikawa Kenji ever really did.

The memory of the way he'd looked at you... the way he'd smiled... it was enough to make your heart race and your blood burn. Closing your eyes, you try to pretend like you're with someone else, anyone else but him. Someone who makes you feel wanted and loved instead of confused and used. But no matter how hard you try, the image of his naked body remains fixed in your mind, taunting you with what could have been... what should have been.

You bite back a groan as your hand moves faster, stroking yourself roughly in an attempt to find release from this twisted desire that's taking hold of you. But it doesn't work; every time you get close, the thought of Aikawa Kenji flashes through your mind again and sends you spiraling into a new wave of need. You don't understand what's happening or why you can't seem to get him out of your head, but you know one thing for certain: this isn't normal... and it can't continue like this.

Maybe... if you used it on yourself...? It's not like he would ever find out. You close your eyes, trying to pretend that it's him beneath you as you grip the dildo tightly and position it at your entrance. Taking a deep breath, you begin to push, slowly forcing it inside until it hits your prostate. It feels good... too good... but it helps distract from the nagging feeling of emptiness that's been haunting you all night.

You pant as you stroke yourself faster now, imagining Aikawa Kenji watching you from across the room, seeing what he's missed out on all this time. The idea sends shivers down your spine and ignites something deep inside you that makes you want to shout with release. It doesn't matter if it's not real... if it doesn't change anything between them. For now, it feels good enough.

Your ears perk up at the sound of movement from Aikawa Kenji's room, but it's quickly followed by silence again. You release a shaky breath and continue to stroke yourself, lost in the moment as you imagine what he must be feeling right now... if he even knows what's happening across the hall. The thought sends another wave of heat coursing through your body, making you writhe beneath the covers in an attempt to find some relief from this overwhelming desire that refuses to let go.

It's getting harder and harder to ignore the ache between your legs, or the image of Aikawa Kenji lying there so peacefully... so untouched. You wonder what it would be like if you could just cross that line... if you could finally give in to what you really want. But as much as you try, it feels like you're on the precipice of something dangerous and irreversible; a choice between loyalty and desire, between being there for your friend or giving into your own selfish needs.

His eyes snap open in the middle of the night, heart racing and sweat beading on his forehead as he registers the soft moans coming from across the hall. Was that...? No, it couldn't have been... but then again, everything was so messed up lately that maybe it wasn't such a stretch after all.

Shaking off the thoughts, Aikawa Kenji rolls over onto his back, trying to ignore the ache between his legs and force himself back to sleep. But with every moan from Nash Jung, it only gets harder; images of their earlier encounter dance through his mind like an erotic nightmare, filling him with desire and confusion in equal measure.

Maybe... just maybe he should go see what's going on? Or would that just make things worse? Either choice seems risky; there's no guarantee that either of them are ready for what might happen if they were to confront their feelings right now. But as the moans continue and sleep eludes him, Aikawa Kenji finds himself growing more restless... more uncertain about what he should do next.

"Yeah, I couldn't sleep," he mutters, his gaze drifting back and forth between you and the floor. "I thought maybe... maybe if we talked about things..." He trails off, cheeks flushing bright red as he realizes what he's saying. "You know, cleared the air or something."

Your heart races in your chest as you take in his appearance: rumpled hair, sleep-deprived eyes, and that pale pinkness spreading across his neck and cheeks. You can't help but wonder if he feels even a fraction of what you do right now - this strange mix of desire, guilt, and longing that seems to overwhelm everything else.

Aikawa Kenji takes a deep breath, steeling himself for whatever it is that needs to be said. "Nash..." He hesitates, biting his lip before continuing, "I just want you to know that I'm... I'm really sorry about how I've been acting lately." His gaze drops to the floor, hands twisting nervously in his lap as he continues, "I don't know why I've been so mean and distant. Maybe it's because of Leila or maybe it's just me... but I want you to know that I really do care about you."

Your cheeks flush hotter as you realize what he's suggesting, but something about the way he said it... the honesty in his voice makes your heart race with excitement and anticipation. Swallowing thickly, you nod slowly, not quite able to believe this is really happening. He smiles softly back at you before scooting closer, their legs touching as they sit side by side on the bed.

His hand finds yours, lacing their fingers together almost tenderly as he looks into your eyes. "It's okay if we don't... I just want you to know that I'm here for you no matter what." His other hand comes up to rest on top of yours, guiding it between his legs where his hard length presses against the thin fabric of his boxers.

Your heart pounds in your chest as he moves closer still, pressing their bodies together from hips to shoulders. The sensation of skin on skin sends shivers down your spine and makes your cock jump in response. It feels so right... so natural. Like this has always been where you belonged, beside him like this.

With a gentle nudge, he urges you to stroke him as he does the same to himself. The slick heat of his hand encircling yours is almost overwhelming in its intensity, making your head spin with need. But it's not just about getting off anymore; it's about connecting with each other on a level that neither of you have dared explore until now.

A small noise escapes your throat as you watch him stand there naked in front of the TV, searching for porn. Your cock twitches, threatening to spill precum all over the carpet as you struggle not to stare at his perfectly sculpted body. It's so much harder than you thought it would be; every time your eyes drift downward, they seem glued there like magnets drawn to steel.

Taking a deep breath, you force yourself to focus on the task at hand and try to find something on the screen that will take your mind off of how amazing he looks right now. But as you both sit together on the couch, bodies inches apart but worlds apart emotionally, you can't help but wonder if this is really what you want... or if it's just easier than facing up to the truth.

Your eyes never leave the screen as your hand moves faster and faster on your cock, matching the rhythm of the porn you're watching. It's strange, this sense of detachment; like you're both there and not there at the same time. As if the further you get from each other physically, emotionally speaking, the easier it is to just shut down and focus on your own desires.

But deep down, you know that can't last forever. Eventually, one of you will have to make a choice; face up to what's really happening between you or try to pretend that none of this ever happened. The thought sends shivers down your spine and leaves a lump in your throat as you wonder which path would be the right one... or if there even is such a thing anymore.

Your voice is tight and breathless, his question sending a shiver down your spine. You try to ignore the sudden lump in your throat as you answer carefully, "I... I don't know. Maybe." Your gaze drifts back to the screen, unable or unwilling to meet his eyes any longer. It feels like admitting this desire means opening a Pandora's box of uncertainties and emotions that neither of you are prepared for.

But as your hand begins to move once more, matching the pace set by the porn on screen, you can't help but wonder what it would be like to share this moment with him... if maybe there was some truth in those words after all. The thought sends another wave of heat coursing through your body, making it harder and harder to focus on anything other than how good this feels... and how much better it could feel with him beside you.

"Well," you begin hesitantly, clearing your throat as his hand moves higher up your thigh, "there's this one movie... it's called 'Love is Strange.' It's about two guys who fall in love while living together. It's actually really sweet." You find yourself rambling, not sure why you feel so uncomfortable with the subject now that he's brought it up. Maybe it's because this whole thing feels like such a strange turn of events from where things were just a few hours ago...or maybe it's just the fact that being this close to him makes everything seem more intense than before.

His hand brushes against your inner thigh now, and you inhale sharply at the contact. This is getting harder and harder to ignore; the way he's looking at you...the way his fingers are slipping farther up your leg with each passing second... It feels like something's about to snap, like everything they've been bottling up until now is on the verge of spilling out into the open.

The heat between your legs intensifies as the screen fills with two naked men pressed together, their bodies moving in unison to the rhythm of desire. You can't help but wonder if this is what it would feel like... if you were finally allowed to give into these feelings that have been tormenting you for so long. The thought makes your heart race and your breath come faster as Kenji's hand continues its slow, steady journey up your leg.

It takes everything in you not to grab his hand and force it higher... further... closer to where you ache with need. But even as you struggle against the urge, part of you wonders if maybe that's what he wants, too. If maybe this is all some twisted game designed to push your boundaries and see how far each of you will go before backing down.

But then again... maybe not. Maybe tonight is different. Maybe everything has changed.

"Okay..." You exhale shakily, eyes fixed on the TV as if trying to ignore what's happening between you. But then you feel his hand slip around yours, guiding your palm up toward where he's stroking himself. You hesitate for a moment, heart pounding in your chest as your skin meets his; warm and smooth against rougher calluses. It feels so right... so natural. And the way his cock jumps at the contact only serves to heighten the sensation, making your own arousal spike even further.

You close your eyes, relishing in the feeling of holding him like this; the strength in his arm as he guides your hand up and down, the wet heat of his length in your fist. It's intoxicating... addictive. And for a fleeting moment, you allow yourself to imagine what it would be like if this was real... if you could explore these feelings together without fear or hesitation.

But reality soon reasserts itself, and you know that for now, at least, this is all you can have. So you take a deep breath, savoring every last sensation as he thrusts against your hand and moans your name into the cushion beside him. The image of him like this... so close... is branded onto your brain, etched there by the desires that burn hotter than anything else in your body. And even when you finally pull away, leaving his cock hard and aching behind, the memory will remain; a testament to the fact that sometimes, no matter how hard we try to ignore it... love finds a way.

You focus solely on the sensations of your hand sliding up and down his length, the soft noises he makes as he gets closer and closer to the edge. It's like everything else fades away into the background, leaving it just you and him... connected by this moment of perfect trust and vulnerability.

The feeling is almost overwhelming; a mix of desire and tenderness that leaves you reeling. You can feel your own arousal growing more intense with every thrust of his hips against your hand, the need for release pressing down on you like a physical weight. But you're not alone in this... he needs it, too; the way he thrusts harder and harder into your grip, the whimpers that turn to moans as his breath comes faster and shallower.

As his body tenses and he releases himself onto your hand, you can feel every ounce of pleasure coursing through him, traveling up your arm and straight to your core. It's an incredible feeling... almost enough to make you forget the truth about where you are and who you really are. Almost. But not quite yet... there's still so much left unsaid and undone between you.

Your voice is barely audible over the sound of your ragged breathing, but he still hears it; still understands the question beneath the words. He swallows hard, eyes never leaving yours as he slowly nods. "Yeah," he whispers, licking his lips nervously. "It felt... really good."

For a moment, neither of you says anything else. The air between them feels charged, electric with something more than just the afterglow of sex. It's as if everything that's been building up inside of them over the past few hours has finally come to a head... and now there's no place for it to go but out into the open.

Your voice is so soft and tentative, almost like you're not sure you want the answer to be yes... but you need it to be. His eyes flick down to your erect cock, then back up to meet yours, holding your gaze for a long moment before slowly nodding. "Yeah," he whispers, reaching out to take you in hand. "I'll make you feel good too."

With shaking hands and still-trembling breath, he begins to stroke you, the roughness of his palm sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to your core. The sensation is so intense that it takes everything inside of you not to climax right then and there... but he doesn't want it to be over that quickly, not this time. He wants to savor every last moment of this; the feel of your skin under his fingers, the taste of your surrender on his tongue.

You smile down at him as he takes your advice, holding your hand more steady. It feels so good to know that you're helping him, making this moment special between you. The sight of his face flushed with arousal, the way his moans echo in the silence of the room... it all makes your heart race and your own need grow even more insistent.

Your hips begin to move faster, your breath coming faster as he continues to stroke you, harder and faster until finally, with a hoarse cry that tastes like victory on his tongue, you explode in his fist, coming so hard it takes your vision white for a moment. When you finally manage to focus again, he's looking up at you expectantly, as if waiting to see what happens next.

Your eyes lock with his, the intensity almost too much to bear. You both watch the porn on the screen, but it's as if you can only see each other; the want and need written plainly in your expressions, etched into your bodies by the sweat that glistens on your skin. It feels like this moment could go either way... that at any second, one of you could pull back, deny what just happened or lean in closer, pressing your lips to his in a hungry kiss.

You reach out and gently touch his cheek with the pad of your thumb, tracing the line of his jaw down to his neck. He shivers beneath your touch, closing his eyes as he leans into it, seeking more contact... reassurance. You can feel your heartbeat racing in your chest, the blood thrumming through your veins at an alarming pace as you struggle with the decision: what do you want more... acceptance or freedom?

The air between you feels charged, electric with the possibility of what could happen next. You feel yourself trembling as your hand slips from his cheek to cup his neck, fingers threading through his hair as you lean in closer. Your heart is racing, thundering against your ribcage as you brush your lips against his ear and whisper roughly, "You want it that bad, huh?"

Your voice is raw and desperate as it whispers across my skin. The words send a shudder through my entire body, tightening my muscles and drawing every nerve ending into focus on you. I don't care about the implications or the consequences; all that matters right now is giving in to this overwhelming urge to have you beneath me, feeling your warmth wrapped around my cock.

Slowly but surely, our bodies grind against each other as I lower myself onto my elbow, positioning my hard length at the entrance to your body. Your eagerness is both terrifying and exhilarating; it feels like we're racing toward a cliff edge, hurtling toward oblivion with no brakes in sight. But even as I stare into your eyes, searching for some sign of regret or fear, all I see is desire... and acceptance.

With a growl that sounds more primal than human, I force myself inside you in one swift motion, feeling the burning heat of your body consume me as I sink deeper with each thrust. The sound you make when I hit bottom is enough to send shivers down my spine: a mixture of pain and pleasure so intense it makes my vision cloud for a moment.

My hips begin to move faster now, each thrust harder than the last as I lose myself in the feel of you wrapped around me. Your cries echo through the room, merging with the sounds of our panting breaths until it becomes impossible to tell where one ends and another begins. This is what we've both wanted for so long... and now that we have it, there's no going back.

My movements grow more urgent as I feel the edge of my control slipping away. The way you tighten around me with every thrust, the moans that escape your lips... it's all too much. My hips piston faster now, each impact sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body until finally, with a hoarse cry that rattles my ribcage and echoes in the silent room, I come, filling you up with my release.

My body shudders as I spill inside of you, and for a moment, it feels like everything else falls away into darkness. It's just us; our bodies moving together in perfect harmony as we chase this overwhelming need to be close to each other. And when my orgasm finally subsides, leaving me gasping for air, I realize that something has changed between us tonight... and it's not going back to the way it was before.

I lean down, pressing a kiss to your forehead before pulling out of you with a wet sucking sound. You watch me intently as I move, and when our eyes meet again, there's something new in yours; an understanding that we can't go back now... that this is the beginning of something more. Something real.

His lips curve into a small smile as he continues to kiss and nibble his way up your neck, nipping at your earlobe before whispering roughly against your skin, "You're so fucking sexy." His hands slide down, grasping your hips possessively as he presses himself flush against you, rubbing their cocks together one last time before pulling back, letting them slide apart reluctantly.

Breathless and spent, you lay there in the afterglow of what just happened between you. A million different thoughts and emotions swirl through your mind, making it difficult to focus on any one thing in particular. But despite all that, there's something new now... a thread connecting you to him; binding you together whether you like it or not. And as you watch him climb off the couch to retrieve a napkin and clean up, you can't help but wonder where this will lead... and if this is really what you want.

Your eyes meet again across the room, and for a moment, all else fades away, leaving only this strange connection between you. It's both exhilarating and terrifying in equal measure; making your heart race and your skin tingle with anticipation of whatever comes next.

The feel of your body pressed against his sends shockwaves of desire through him, making it difficult to focus on anything but the sensation. His free hand comes up to rest on your hip, gripping you possessively as he sucks on your nipple, relishing in the way you arch into his touch. Your eyes meet and hold, dark with lust and something else... something deeper that neither of you quite understands yet.

The porn playing on the TV provides a distraction from the intensity of their gaze, its explicit movements acting as a counterpoint to the tender moments they share. It's almost as if they're exploring each other through this, finding new ways to express themselves without having to say anything at all. As his hand slides lower, cupping your ass and squeezing gently, he wonders how much further he can push before things cross some invisible line... and whether or not he's even ready for that to happen.

His voice is barely audible against the backdrop of your moans, but it still carries enough weight to cut through the tension between them. You don't know why you're apologizing; they did this together, after all. Your hands tighten in his hair as he bites down on your nipple, drawing out a sharper cry from you.

With practiced ease, his other hand slides lower still, spreading your cheeks apart and revealing your hole still slick with their combined juices. He massages the tight bud of flesh gently at first, then harder as you begin to squirm in his lap, desperate for more contact. Your hips grind against his hand, seeking relief from this building ache deep inside.

Your eyes meet again over your shoulder, and something flashes across them - guilt? Regret? It's impossible to tell for certain from the look on your face, but whatever it is sends a shiver down his spine. With each passing moment, the line between them seems to blur further... until eventually there's no difference at all.

A low growl rumbles in his chest as he feels the sharp sting of your nails against his back. The sensation sends a shudder through him, making it difficult to think straight. But as you whisper that single word - "Take me" - all coherent thought flees from his mind, replaced by the need to claim what's his; the warmth pressed against his length and the taste of your skin on his tongue.

He lifts you up easily, positioning you straddling him as he sits on the couch. With a muttered curse, he thrusts forward, burying himself deep inside you, filling you so completely it steals away what little breath you had left. Your moans echo through the room, merging with his grunts as he begins to move beneath you, lost in the sensation of your body sliding up and down his length.

His hands grip tightly at your hips, holding on for dear life as he takes what you're offering him, hungry for more. It feels like he could stay this way forever: buried deep inside you, feeling the warmth of your body enveloping him in a hot embrace. But somewhere in the back of his mind, he knows that eventually they'll have to come up for air... and when they do, everything will change once more.

It's as if he thrives on the desperation in your voice, feeding off of it like a drug, his movements growing wilder and more out of control. The feel of you around him, the taste of you on his tongue... nothing else matters now except this moment, this connection between them. He pushes deeper still, relentless in his pursuit of complete possession, even as your moans turn into whimpers and then silent sobs that echo through the room.

He looks down at your tear-streaked face, feeling a mixture of guilt and desire well up inside him. He knows he shouldn't be doing this to you; he should be making you feel good, not hurting you like this... but he can't seem to help himself. The need for release is too strong, too overpowering to ignore. And as his hips buck against yours one last time, sending him over the edge and filling you with his seed, a part of him knows that things will never be the same between them again... if they ever can be.

Kenji kisses your tear-stained cheek and nuzzles into your hair, his hand gently caressing your back as he takes in the sight of you like this. Part of him wants to comfort you; to wipe away the tears and tell you everything is going to be okay... but another part revels in the power he feels holding you like this, knowing that it's not just physical pleasure driving you toward submission.

His cock twitches inside you as he remembers how you said his name just moments ago, so loud and desperate for more. He looks down at your flushed face again, noticing the way your lips part slightly with each labored breath. The idea of being this close to you every night... it's intoxicating. But even as he thinks about it, a tiny voice in the back of his mind whispers that maybe this isn't what either of them truly want... that maybe it would be better if they went back to how things were before.

His body tenses as he feels you clench around him, the motion sending ripples of pleasure through his cock. "Please?" you whisper, and he can't help but smile down at you in response. The word is so innocent, so needy... it undoes him completely. He slides out slowly, watching as your body adjusts to the loss of his thickness inside you.

"Please what?" he asks teasingly, running a finger along your jaw and down your neck. You shiver under his touch, arching into him further. The look in your eyes says it all: more. And even though part of him knows this is wrong... that they should stop before they cross some invisible line... another part wins out. He leans in, pressing their lips together as he thrusts back inside you, claiming what's his.

His lips find yours in a hungry kiss, his tongue darting out to explore your mouth as he begins to move once more inside you. It's almost gentle, but there's an urgency there too; a need that refuses to be denied any longer. He holds you close, pressing your bodies together as if by doing so he can erase the line between them.

With each thrust, his hips slide against yours, sending shards of pleasure through you both. You moan into the kiss, arching upward and welcoming him deeper still. Your hands clutch at his hair, digging into his skin as if afraid he'll disappear if you let go. But it doesn't matter; there's no way he could leave now, not with how connected they are... how close they are to crossing that invisible line.

His voice muffled by the passionate kiss he steals from you, and your own moans reply instead, his words seem to ring through your body like a declaration of ownership. As he thrusts deeper, harder, faster inside you with every beat of his heart, it's as if he's branding himself onto you; marking you as his.

And despite the guilt and confusion that lingers in the back of your mind, there's a part of you - a small, desperate part - that clings to this newfound certainty with all its might. Because maybe... just maybe... it feels right. It feels good. And as long as he keeps moving like this, pushing you closer and closer toward the edge, anything seems possible.

The shame you feel is nothing compared to the pleasure that spreads through your body as he continues to talk dirty to you. His words are like a drug, fueling your desire for more of him inside you, driving you closer and closer to the edge of release. As his hips snap faster, pulling you deeper with each thrust, it feels like everything else in the world fades away, leaving only this moment between the two of you.

With one last powerful thrust that pushes deep into your core, he finally lets go, burying himself to the hilt as his orgasm washes over him and spills out inside you. He moans your name lowly, a hoarse croak in the stillness of the room before collapsing against you, breathless and spent.

The weight of his body presses you down into the couch, but it's not unpleasant; rather, it feels comforting after the intense lovemaking you've just shared. The aftershocks of your own orgasm continue to ripple through you as he rests, the feeling of being claimed by him still etched into every inch of skin.

You feel your body being cradled in his arms as he lays down on top of you, still panting from exertion. The weight of him feels both heavy and protective at the same time, like nothing else matters right now except this moment. You glance up at him through your lashes, feeling a shiver run down your spine when you see the satisfied smile curving his lips.

His hand slides lazily over your stomach, tracing tiny circles as he enjoys the afterglow of their lovemaking. "That was... intense," he manages to whisper between breaths. "I think we might have pushed it a bit far this time." There's an awkward silence that hangs in the air for a moment, and you wonder if he regrets what happened between them... or if he just misses how things used to be.

"Me too," you admit with a smile as his lips meet yours in another passionate kiss. It feels good to know that he didn't regret any of this either; it makes the guilt and shame you feel about what happened between them seem a little less real. As their tongues dance together, a tiny spark ignites deep inside your chest, reminding you of how right this feels... how amazing it was to be so close to him.

For now, at least, everything else can wait. All that matters is this moment, this connection between them... and what happens next.

Kenji's hips jerk slightly at the contact, but he doesn't stop you as you lean in to clean his cock with your tongue. It tastes salty and bitter; the essence of him mixed with your juices. He groans lowly, wrapping a hand around the back of your head and urging you closer, not quite ready for this intimate moment to end just yet.

As you continue to lap at his length, he starts to harden once more in response, growing impossibly longer and thicker beneath your touch. He moans into your hair, arching into the sensation as it draws him further back toward the edge of pleasure. With each thrust of your tongue, another bit of him slips past your lips, filling you with his taste and sending a wave of arousal through both of you.

His hand tightens in your hair as he takes advantage of your offer, pulling you closer until his thick length disappears between your lips. Your throat feels stretched impossibly wide around him, and the air rushes out in a sharp gasp as he bottoms out inside your mouth. Kenji closes his eyes and lets out a low groan, the feel of you so desperate for more driving him wild with desire.

His hips start to move back and forth, thrusting deep into your throat as he curls his fingers in your hair and holds on tightly. The bed thuds beneath you as Kenji's body moves in time with the rhythm he sets with his cock, his breath hot against your ear as he chants your name over and over again.

As if pulled by an invisible string, you instinctively begin to match his movements, using your tongue and lips to stroke him deeper into your mouth. With each thrust of his hips, he goes a little farther, pressing past the barrier at the back of your throat until every inch of his length is enveloped by the tight warmth of your oral worship.

Kenji's harsh words make you gasp and writhe helplessly beneath him. The slap stings for a moment, leaving a red handprint on your cheek, but it only serves to heighten the sensation of having his cock so deep in your throat. You whimper around him, desperate to take more as he holds you down and uses your body however he pleases.

With each thrust, another moan escapes your lips, vibrating against his length and sending shudders through his entire frame. His hand finds its way between your legs, teasing at the bare skin of your sex before dipping lower to circle around your entrance, coaxing and taunting as he brings you closer to the edge of orgasm.

Your vision blurs as tears well up in your eyes from the intensity of having him this deep inside your throat. You can feel him growing close as well, his movements becoming more frantic as he nears his release. He growls out your name one last time before he comes, unloading what feels like gallons of hot cum into your mouth and down your throat in a hot rush. His cock twitches briefly against the back of your tongue before it finally softens, freeing you to breathe once more.

Kenji chuckles softly, shaking his head as he steps closer to you. "She's not my Leila," he says with a fond smile that instantly makes your heart clench in your chest. "And even if she was... I wouldn't want her anymore." His hand comes up to brush a stray lock of hair from your forehead, the touch sending shivers down your spine.

"You are mine now, Nash," he continues, eyes holding yours with an intensity that takes your breath away. "And if you want it that way... if you really want me..." He leans in slowly, his lips parting to brush against yours for the briefest of moments before pulling back again. "...then I guess there's only one thing we can do about that."

As they reach the bedroom, you kiss him fiercely, hands running over his body as if trying to memorize every inch of it by touch. He returns your passion with equal fervor, lips and tongues dueling in a desperate dance of desire. With a growl, he lays you down on the bed, straddling your hips as he leans forward to claim your mouth once more.

His weight presses you into the mattress, pinning you beneath his powerful frame. Slowly but surely, his movements become more frenzied, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tries desperately to control himself and give you what you want at the same time. Your hands cling to his shoulders, digging into his skin as if it might be enough to anchor him there forever.

"I love you too, baby," he whispers back, nuzzling into your neck as he moves faster, harder. His body is tense with the effort of holding back, but it's clear that he can't hold out much longer. With a guttural groan, he thrusts deep one final time, burying himself to the hilt inside you as his orgasm washes over him in a wave of release.

He collapses on top of you, panting heavily as their combined weight presses you into the mattress. His hands stroke up and down your back, soothing and gentle now that the need has been satisfied. With a contented sigh, he lifts his head to look down at you, smiling softly in the darkness of the room. "See? That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Kenji hums softly, running his fingers through your hair as he nuzzles into your neck. He's not sure what to make of the newfound intimacy between you, but for now, he's content to enjoy the closeness and warmth that surrounds them like a cocoon.

As sleep begins to pull at his eyelids, a memory surfaces unbidden: him confessing his love to Leila on the night they first met. The sharp stab of guilt is gone now, replaced by a strange sort of peace. Maybe... maybe things will work out between them after all. For now, he'll just bask in this moment with you, savoring the feel of your body pressed against his and the sound of your breath mingling with his own as they drift off to sleep.

Kenji stirs softly in his sleep, one arm tightening protectively around your waist as the other hand finds its way up to cup your breast. His breath hitches in his throat, and a moan escapes his lips before he realizes what he's doing. He blushes deeply, embarrassed by his own desires for you while still technically being with Leila.

But the feel of your skin under his fingers... the warmth of your body pressed against him... it's all too much to ignore. He can't help but wonder what would happen if he just let go, if he gave in to these feelings instead of trying so hard to deny them. For now, though, he simply closes his eyes again and nestles further into the comfort of your embrace, content to enjoy this quiet moment of intimacy before the chaos of the day inevitably begins anew.