As your best friend of 13 years takes you to her house for this first time after moving, getting the chance to finally meet her family excites you as you've never seen them before even though you guy have been friends for a long time. As you enter the house and meet her parents, your eyes land on someone in particular, you a punk femboy sitting on the couch, not interested to talk to you. This is your best friend's little brother. He then he sees you looking at him with interest from the side of his eye as he turns around and sees you look at him. As he looks at you, he suddenly takes an interest to you. "Hello~" he waves at you as he gives you a glaring look while smiling at you, as the two of you talk, he takes your hand and takes you to his room "Why does my sister get all the good looking guys." he pouts a bit as he examines you up and down before inviting you onto his bed to play some games "here" he hands you a controller before sitting on his bed and playing games with you. As the game ends your eyes meet with him, he slides his hand towards yours as he speaks out "Your kind of cute.."

He inches closer to you now, eyes fixed on your face as he smirks back at you, "Oh yeah~" Now his hand's almost touching yours, "Very cute." His tone is dripping with sarcasm and teasing, but there's something else beneath it. Maybe he doesn't hate the idea of being found attractive after all?

His cheeks pink slightly at your compliment, "Really~?" He asks in a playful tone as he leans in closer, a small smirk playing on his lips. Suddenly, he decides to take things up a notch and runs his hand over yours gently before pulling back again, teasing you just enough to leave you wanting more. "So...you know I'm openly gay, right?" He asks with an amused glint in his eye.

"But if that's okay with you..." He continues, trailing off suggestively as he lets the question hang in the air between them. His gaze flickers down to your lips before returning to meet yours again, challenging and curious all at once.

He smiles softly, seeming relieved but also excited by your response as he slowly interlocks his fingers with yours. "Good," he whispers before leaning in closer still, closing the distance between you until their noses are practically touching and his breath fanning across your lips. His heart is racing now, anticipation and desire mixing into a heady brew that makes it difficult for him to think straight.

For a moment, he closes his eyes, savoring this feeling of closeness and connection with another person. Then, without warning, he presses forward ever so slightly, brushing his lips against yours in the barest of kisses before pulling back again with a quiet gasp. "Was that okay?" He asks between shallow breaths, eyes wide and questioning as if afraid you'll reject him or his advances at any moment.

As soon as your lips meet his in the softest of kisses, all thought of rejection vanishes from his mind. He parted them eagerly, welcoming you inside and letting out a quiet moan at the sensation. His fingers tightened around yours, their bodies pressed together as close as they can get without being one. With each brush of your lips against his own, he grew more lost in the moment, overcome by desire and the need to feel connected to someone else on this deep level. His other hand slips beneath your shirt, tracing delicate patterns across your skin as he pulls you even closer still. His breath comes in ragged pants now, each exhale mingling with yours as they dance together in a sultry symphony of lust and wanton need. He nips at your bottom lip before sucking gently, encouraging you to open wider for him, his own body

The feel of your tongue against his sends shivers down his spine, and he moans deep in his throat at the sensation. He presses closer, their bodies moving together in perfect unison as they explore each other's mouths eagerly. One of his hands slips beneath your clothes to grasp at your ass, squeezing and kneading gently before pulling you harder against him. His other hand slides up to tangle in your hair, holding on tightly as he angles his hips, pressing their growing erections together through the fabric of their clothing.

Your hands on his ass send another rush of pleasure through him as he moans into your kiss. He squirms a little, grinding their hips together even harder in response. His fingers dig into the skin of your back, wanting more contact with you. With every passing moment, the need to feel you closer grows almost unbearable, his breath coming in ragged gasps as they kiss again and again, lost in this haze of lust and desire for each other. He parts his lips, teeth scraping against your lower lip, before pulling back enough to whisper hoarsely against it, "Do you want more?"

His eyes are dark with want, his pupils dilated as he looks at you with a mix of lust and curiosity. The anticipation is killing him; he needs to know what else you want from this.

A satisfied grin spreads across his face at your reply as he kisses you harder still, wrapping one arm around your waist and the other hand snaking down to cup your aching cock through your pants. He groans into the kiss, feeling the heat of it singe the back of his throat. "Tell me what else," he whispers against your lips, his thumb beginning to stroke up and down the length of you as he presses their bodies even closer together. "What do you want from me?"

His hips rock forward again, grinding against your aching erection as he teases both of you with the promise of relief that seems so close yet still just out of reach.

He groans as you say these words and pulls back just enough to look deep into your eyes, seeing the desire in them. With a small nod of understanding, he reaches down and quickly shoves his pants and boxers off, revealing his already hard length nestled amongst black curls. He grins wickedly before kicking his clothes aside and taking hold of you once more, this time guiding you towards him as he positions himself at the entrance to your body. "All I am is yours," he whispers huskily before pushing slowly inside, feeling the tight heat of you envelop him as he begins to move, grinding their hips together in a demanding rhythm that drives them both wild with lust and need for each other's bodies.

His breath catches in his throat as he feels you close tightly around him. He groans, gripping your hips and moving harder now, pushing deeper inside with each thrust as they find their rhythm together. His movements are hungry and urgent, the need to feel every inch of himself buried inside you almost unbearable. With his other hand, he reaches up to tug at a nipple through your clothes, rolling and tweaking it roughly between his fingers as he continues to thrust into you, their bodies slapping together in a cacophony of skin on skin that echoes through the room.

His teeth graze over your earlobe, nipping gently before soothing the skin with the pad of his tongue. "Fuck...I can't get enough..." he pants, his hips bucking harder as he increases the pace, wanting nothing more than to feel you come und

As he thrusts deeper into you with each stroke, his movements grow more erratic and desperate. His fingers dig into your hips, feeling the muscles tense and release beneath his touch as you writhe beneath him in response to the sensations overwhelming you. With a groan, he angles his hips and thrusts harder, driving himself deeper inside before pulling back just enough to send him thrusting forward again, aiming for that spot deep within you that sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his body.

He curses under his breath as his control begins to slip away, feeling the familiar tightness building in his chest and throat as he nears orgasm. With one final hard thrust, he buries himself completely inside you and let go, a hoarse cry ripping from his throat as he comes, pumping hot seed deep into your core as waves of release wash over him, making it impossible

He groans loudly as his body trembles and quakes with the force of his release, every muscle in his back tensing as he tries to hold on to this feeling for just a few moments longer. His face contorts into a mixture of pleasure and pain as he finally comes down from the high, breath coming out ragged and uneven as he fights to catch his breath again. With a soft sigh, he collapses forward against you, still inside, feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm ripple through his body even as his own begin to ebb away.

He looks up at you with bleary eyes, a lopsided grin tugging at one corner of his lips. "Hm..." he whispers huskily. "Was that okay?" His voice is thick with exhaustion and satisfaction, the teasing note still present in it as if to remind you both of where they started from before everything else took over.

One hand comes up to cup your cheek, stroking gently across the skin before dropping down to stroke idly along the length of your cock one last time before letting go completely. "I guess I'll just have to wait and see..." He whispers with a small smile.

He tilts his head slightly, gaze meeting yours as he watches you carefully. His breath hitches softly when your fingers trail across his cheek, sending shivers down his spine. With a small smile, he replies, "I'm all yours." He closes his eyes and leans into the touch before wrapping his arms around you tightly, holding you close as he waits for whatever comes next.

His hips shift slightly beneath you, still feeling the lingering effects of your body moving against his own so recently. His cock twitches at the contact, betraying his desire to feel that sensation once more. But for now, he content himself with simply being close to you and enjoying this moment of closeness and intimacy they've shared.

His eyes widen slightly as he takes in the impressive length of your cock, his lips parting slightly on a soft breath as you pull it free from your pants. His own arousal flares anew at the sight, and without further hesitation, he reaches out to wrap his hand around it, marveling at how warm and thick it feels in his grasp. He gives it a few tentative strokes before leaning in closer, taking one of your nipples between his teeth and rolling it gently between his tongue and the roof of his mouth.

His other hand moves up to cup your cheek, fingers trailing through your hair as he watches you carefully, studying your expressions as he pleasures you with both hands. He feels your hips begin to rock against his own in response to his touch, and with a low growl, he picks up the pace, stroking faster and harder, desperate for more contact between your bodies.

His breath comes hot against your skin as he looks into your eyes, feeling the hunger there mirrored back at him. With a small smile, he teasingly nips at your nipple again before giving it a firmer tug, eliciting a shiver through you that sends pleasure rushing down to your core. His other hand moves lower, cupping and rolling your balls through the fabric of your underwear, squeezing gently as he continues to stroke you in time with the frantic movements of your hips against him.

"Let me see you," he breathes huskily, reaching down to guide one of your hands toward his own hard length. "Touch me...feel how much you turn me on." His voice is a growl now, needy and desperate as his heart races in his chest, the air between them heavy with desire and lust.

With a shuddering breath, you take his offered hand and guide it toward your aching cock, wrapping his fingers around the length of you. His touch is featherlight at first, almost tentative as he explores this new sensation, feeling how much heat and desire radiate from your fingertips. As he begins to stroke in time with the movement of your hips against him, a soft moan escapes his lips.

His other hand continues its relentless teasing, rolling and cupping your balls before moving upward once more to find purchase at the waistband of your underwear. With nimble fingers, he works them lower until they slip over your hips and fall to the floor, leaving you completely exposed and vulnerable beneath him. His breath catches in his throat as he takes in the sight: your cock standing proudly before him, already leaking pre-cum from its tip onto the flat plane of your stomach.

With renewed determination, he picks up the pace on both hands, stroking harder and faster now as you arch your back and moan his name into the silence that hangs in the air between them like a thick veil. He watches closely for any sign that you're getting close, wanting nothing more than to be the one to make you come undone beneath him.

His breath catches in his throat as you push him roughly against the bed and turn him around, revealing his perfect ass to you. He moans softly, arching his back as he feels your cock pressing against his entrance, teasing and tormenting him with the promise of what's to come. "Please," he whispers hoarsely, wanting this more than anything else right now. "I need you..." His words are barely audible over the sounds of their labored breathing as you line yourself up and push forward, slowly but surely entering him inch by aching inch until you're buried to the hilt inside his ass.

His body trembles beneath you as you're both filled with the tight heat of your connection. With a gasp, he arches further back into you, feeling every inch of your length stretching him and claiming him as his own. Your hands are rough on his hips, fingers digging into his skin as you begin to move inside him, driving your cock deeper with each thrust while he clings desperately to the sheets below.

His moans grow louder now, muffled by the pillow beneath his head as you pick up the pace, fucking him harder and faster than before, taking what you want without asking for permission first. The sensation of being so thoroughly claimed and used like this is overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body in a delirious rush that has him seeing stars behind his eyelids.

His breath comes out in harsh gasps as you claim him, his body arching off the bed and meeting yours thrust for thrust. He cries out, unable to hold back any longer as the pleasure grows too intense, his orgasm building rapidly behind his tightly clenched eyes. With a guttural groan, he comes hard, spilling over your hand and stomach as you continue to fuck him senseless, milking every last drop from his aching body before finally collapsing on top of him in a heap. His chest heaves with the effort of trying to catch his breath while your heavy breathing mixes with his own in the close confines of their shared space.

For several long moments, neither of you moves, simply enjoying the sensation of being connected like this and the afterglow of their orgasms washing over them both. Then, slowly but surely, reality starts to creep back in: the mess they've made on the bed, the aching muscles that are now protesting against their movements. Reluctantly, you pull out of him with a wet sucking sound and roll onto your side, away from him for now. The silence between them is thick as you both try to catch your breath and regain some semblance of composure.

His eyes flicker open as he sees you looking at his exposed ass, feeling a flush of arousal spread across his skin once more. With a lazy grin, he turns to face you, resting on one elbow and propping his head up with the other hand. "Thought you might like another view?" He says teasingly, arching his back slightly as if to offer himself further.

The air between them still crackles with desire, even though they've both come undone so recently. It's clear that this isn't over yet; there's more to be explored and experienced in this moment before it slips away like sand through their fingers. For now, though, they simply revel in the intimacy of their gazes, the connection they share even while being physically apart.

His eyes glint with mischief as you lean closer. "Round two?" He repeats with a chuckle. "Why stop at one, when we could keep going all night?" His tone is teasing and suggestive, his body language inviting you to take what he's offering: more passion, more desire, more of him. With another slow blink, he arches his back further still, pressing the puckered flesh of his ass up toward you as if daring you to touch it again.

The air between them crackles with potential energy, waiting for the spark that will set off another round of passionate desire and need. The question remains: will you give in to temptation? Or will you resist and leave him wanting more?

A loud, pleasured groan escapes him as you spank his ass hard, the sting mingling with the lingering pleasure of their earlier encounter to create a heady mix that makes him moan even louder. His body arches further back into your touch, his hips rocking forward almost instinctively as he seeks more contact with you. "Please..." He breathes out shakily, a tremor running through his entire body as he waits for your next move. His hands are suddenly at your sides, gripping and kneading your sides, urging you closer still even as he remains propped up on one elbow, offering himself to you in all his exposed vulnerability. The sight of him like this - needy and wanting but still maintaining control over the situation - only serves to inflame your desire further, making it impossible for you to resist giving into temptation any longer.

Heat envelops him as you thrust inside, filling him so completely that it's almost painful in the best way possible. His head reels with pleasure and need as he feels every inch of your length stretching him impossibly tight. With a moan of satisfaction, he arches his back further, pressing his ass harder against your cock as he seeks more friction, more contact to take him over the edge once more.

His hands are no longer content with just holding you in place; they're everywhere now, clawing at your skin and clothing, desperate for something solid to ground them while his body is thrown into a maelstrom of desire and lust. He gasps as he feels you thrust deeper still, hitting that spot inside him that always drives him wild with pleasure. "Fuck..." He breathes out shakily, his hips moving faster in time with yours as they both race toward the finish line.

The air around them crackles with desire and need, their combined energy creating a physical manifestation of their shared wanton lust that threatens to consume them both completely. It's a wild ride, one that neither of them is prepared for or wants to end any time soon. But as your bodies come together in perfect unison, the pleasure cresting like a wave over the edge of a cliff, there's only one possible outcome: release and the sweet oblivion that comes with it.

The world around them fades away, leaving only their combined breath and the rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh as they lose themselves in this shared moment of passion and raw need.

His breath comes out in sharp gasps as you fuck him rough, the force of your thrusts sending waves of pleasure through his body that make it impossible for him to think straight or focus on anything except the sensations coursing through him. His hands rake roughly over your back and shoulders, feeling the muscles ripple and move beneath his touch as you take him hard and fast.

His ass clenches around you with each thrust, milking you for every drop of pleasure that you can give him in this moment. His hips buck up to meet yours, the rhythm between your bodies growing even more frenzied as they race toward their shared release. The air in the room is thick with sweat and desire, both of you losing yourself more deeply in each passing second, driven by the primitive need to find release from this unending torment of wanting so much and not being able to stop until it's satisfied.

His vision begins to blur at the edges as his climax nears, but he doesn't care anymore. There's only you, and your cock in his ass, and the need to feel you come inside him one last time before everything goes black and mercifully silent around them both. His fingers dig into the sheets beneath him as his muscles tens and release with a force that nearly has him screaming out loud. With a shuddering cry, he comes, hot liquid spilling over your fingers and splattering onto the bed between you as his body convulses in pleasure around your cock one final time.

He cries out as you thrust deep inside him, your hot seed spilling into his ass in a rush of pleasure and release. His body is still trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm when yours hits, your cum filling him up and marking him as yours once more. With a shuddering gasp, he collapses forward onto you, chest heaving as their bodies are finally allowed to relax together in the sweet peace that follows their shared climax.

His arms wrap around you, holding you close despite the mess they've made of themselves and the bed behind them. This was everything he could have wanted and more; raw passion, unrestrained desire, and a connection that went deeper than skin. As his heart slows to a normal rhythm once more and their breathing evens out, Xen realizes that for now, at least, they've found some sort of balance in this chaotic world - even if it's only within the confines of each other's arms. For however long this lasts, he intends to savor every moment.

His eyes meet yours, and there's a spark of desire and submission that flares within them at your words. He knows what you want; he wants it too. With a slow blink, he whispers back, "Then let Daddy take care of his little boy tonight..." His voice is soft, breathy even as he says it - both daring and inviting at the same time.

His body shudders beneath you as he imagines round three already beginning, feels himself growing hard once more despite having just cum inside him. He arches his back, pressing their cocks together in anticipation of what's to come as he eagerly awaits your next move.

Hours pass in a haze of pleasure and need as your bodies move together in perfect sync. He moans your name and cries out with each thrust, his muscles tensing and releasing around you as he feels you fill him over and over again. You take what you want without asking for permission first; claiming him completely, marking him as yours with each stroke of your giant cock inside his eager ass.

Your hands are rough and possessive on his hips, holding him in place while your movements grow ever more urgent and demanding. He meets your thrusts with equal fervor, arching his back and pushing back against you, wanting nothing more than to feel you come deep inside him one final time before surrendering completely to the overwhelming pleasure that has been theirs for these past hours.

With a growl, he feels his own orgasm building in his core, teasing the edges of sanity as it threatens to consume him entirely. His muscles tense and quiver beneath your touch, ready to explode at your command. "Please..." He gasps, voice raw from hours of uninhibited moaning and need. "Daddy...I'm close." His eyes flutter shut, the world around him fading away as he gives himself over entirely to this incredible sensation, praying it never ends but knowing deep down that eventually it will - because everything in life does, eventually. But for now? For these precious moments? He is free, lost in a whirlwind of desire and bliss with the only person who ever truly understood him: you.