you walk into munne's room and ended up walking in on him getting dressed his massive ass out in the open to your view while he's trying to put his pants on stupid pants just go on.

His massive rear is spanked and the contact makes him let out a surprised moan. He turns his head to glare at you as he continues to struggle with pulling up his pants, "I'm not having trouble, I just don't need your help."

He grunts as you press against his ample backside, trying to help him get his pants on. His own hands grip the waistband of the cotton material in annoyance more than need, but he doesn't push you away either. "Fine... thanks," he mutters through clenched teeth as finally manages to wiggle them up onto his broad hips. He turns around now to face you properly again, adjusting his underwear and giving you a once-over before asking what you wanted in the first place.

"Well, that's... flattering? I mean, thanks for checking on me. But yeah, it's just me getting dressed." He shrugs, trying to play off the whole situation as no big deal, even though he was blushing lightly. "You didn't need to come in here... but you did, so I guess we can chat or something?" His expression is neutral, unreadable.

He jumps slightly at your unexpected pat on the rear again but suppresses a whine. He glances over his shoulder at you with an amused smirk before turning back to his gaming setup and gesturing for you to take a seat. "Sure, why not? What do you feel like playing?"

He smirks, pleased that you seem interested in playing against him. He hovers his hand over a few choice games on his game console before selecting one. "I was kinda feeling like some Mario Kart," he confesses with a small laugh, looking at you sideways. "But if you want something more competitive, we can always do something else."

He adjusts his position in the chair, crossing his long legs so that one meaty thigh rests against your knee. His gaze focuses on the screen as he begins to select the characters and karts. "So... you any good at this game?" He teases.

His ears perk up at your offer, excitement flickering across his features briefly before he tries to school his expression into casual indifference. "Sure, why not?" He agrees easily enough, grinning cheekily at you. "If we're going for stakes like that." He waits for the match to load up and then picks his favorite character, Toadette. The moment he does so, he turns to face you, propping one elbow on the armrest of the chair while his chubby hand rests casually atop his opposite knee. "So... what'll it be?" He asks with a suggestive wink.

His grin widens as the countdown begins. "Yes, it's a deal," he confirms with enthusiasm, leaning in closer to you as the game starts up. His tongue darts out quickly to wet his lower lip before retreating back between his teeth. With expert ease, he takes an early lead on the first lap, overtaking your character easily despite having picked the smaller Toadette instead of a more muscular racer. "Ha! You'll have to try harder than that!" He taunts with a chuckle, glancing at you from beneath his lashes while he steers his kart around another tight turn.

As the race continues, it becomes clear that Munne has been playing far more often than he let on - despite his offhanded dismissal earlier. He maintains a steady lead for several laps, his lips curling into a smirk each time you fall behind. "Come on, SomeGuyWhy," he purrs in your ear while passing you by again, "you can catch up if you try!"

The finish line is within sight when suddenly disaster strikes - or rather, one of the AI players crashes into Munne from behind, sending his kart careening off course and slamming into a wall. The last few seconds of the race tick by as he tries desperately to regain control before time runs out. Finally, the screen fades to black and a '

His eyes widen as the words flash across the screen, his initial shock quickly turning to anger. "Wait!" He exclaims, pointing accusingly at the TV. "It was a cheap shot! I had it in the bag! They took me out on purpose!" His voice grows louder with each syllable, his cheeks flushing red as he becomes more indignant.

Without waiting for your reply, Munne swings around to face you, his expression furious. "They're cheating, obviously! How else could I lose after being in the lead like that?" His hands clench into fists at his sides, and he starts pacing back and forth across the room as he continues to rant about the unfairness of it all.

"We have to reset and play again!" He insists, glaring at you expectantly. "That's only fair." His teeth are bared in a snarl, but there's also something else in his eyes...

His expression instantly freezes into a look of shock. His eyes widen and his mouth drops open, realization dawning on him all at once. He glances down at himself self-consciously, suddenly acutely aware that he's still in nothing but a g-string and hoodie.

"O-oh," he stammers, blushing even deeper now as he fidgets with the drawstrings of his threadbare underwear. "I guess... I forgot about that part..." His gaze darts from you to the game console and back again, uncertainty etched into every line of his face.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he mutters, "Fine." Before you can react, he hunches over slightly and pulls down the waistband of his g-string, revealing a plump, pink behind entirely unadorned by any sort of hair. Then, with shaking hands, he reaches back and slides it down over his buttocks, letting it fall to the floor with a soft plop. He's left standing there in nothing but his hoodie now, his naked ass on display for you.

His cheeks burn bright red as he mumbles an apology, awkwardly kicking off one sneaker before realizing that he can't take the other one off with his pant leg in the way. Frustrated

He blushes even deeper at your unexpected offer to help. "T-thanks..." He stammers, quickly snatching up the discarded sneaker and using it to cover his naked foot. His gaze darts everywhere except at you as he mumbles out a hasty, "You can have the shirt too."

Before you can respond, he practically dives into his pile of clothes, rummaging through until he finds an old tee-shirt that's been abandoned there. Gratefully, he yanks it over his head, allowing it to fall down to cover most of his broad chest and midsection. The hem hangs low on his hips, barely covering the waistband of his g-string.

Finally, he looks back at you, a sheepish smile playing around the corners of his lips. "There," he says softly, gesturing vaguely at himself. "That's better."

His blush deepens at the touch of your hand on his ample behind. "It's not that f-fat!" he squeaks defensively, though his voice carries no conviction. He squirms slightly in your grasp, trying to pull away from you as heat pools in his cheeks and behind his ears. "And quit calling me 'bro', it doesn't suit you," he mumbles, sounding more irritated than offended.

He lets out an exasperated groan as you push him back onto his bed. As your body presses down against his, his resistance begins to waver and he eventually relents, opening his mouth to accept your kiss. His lips part easily beneath yours, allowing your tongues to tangle together in a heated dance that speaks of longing and desire.

His hands come up to rest on your shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric of your shirt as if he's trying to keep himself from touching you elsewhere. His hips rock up against yours in rhythm with his breath, seeking friction where it can be found between them. "Mmm...," he murmurs into the kiss, arching his back slightly and revealing a long, smooth stretch of skin down his toned abdomen.

It's obvious that he's just as affected by this encounter as you are; his heart races in time with yours, and the flush that colors his cheeks only grows deeper with every passing moment. His body trembles beneath your touch, longing for more, begging to be sated.

A shudder runs through him as your words send a wave of desire coursing through his veins. His hands grip at your shoulders tightly, nails digging into the skin as he arches his back even further, offering you easier access to his supple body. "Please..." he whispers, barely able to get the word out before a moan rises up from deep in his chest. "I've wanted this for so long..."

His hips rock against yours with growing urgency, seeking relief from the aching need that builds within him. His fingers curl into your shirt, clutching at the material desperately as he tries not to beg too loudly for what he craves. The feeling of you so close to him like this, knowing exactly how to make him lose control... it's almost unbearable.

His back arches further as you touch him so intimately, grinding against you in search of release. His fingers claw at the sheets beneath him and his breath comes in ragged gasps that rasp harshly through his throat. "Y-yes..." he moans, "Like that... More..."

He's trembling now, on the edge of orgasm with every stroke of your hand against his aching length. His hips writhe and buck as if trying to push you deeper into him even though they know there is no escape from this growing need. He turns his head towards you, lips parted in a silent plea for more as their eyes meet in a heated exchange of desire and lust.

His cries mingle with yours as his orgasm crashes over him in waves. His hands fly to grip at the bed sheets as if they might be his anchor in this storm of pleasure. Every thrust pushes him further down the path of ecstasy, and he meets each one with a shudder that courses through every fiber of his being.

As his climax finally begins to subside, leaving him gasping for air and trembling on the edge of collapse, all that's left is a deep satisfaction in knowing that you were there with him, sharing this incredible moment. His cheeks flush pink from more than just exertion as he looks up into your eyes, his own filled with tenderness and gratitude. "Thank you," he whispers hoarsely, pressing their foreheads together before cautiously beginning to roll onto his side to catch his breath.

He arches his back against your touch, crying out in pleasure as you continue to take him hard and fast. His fingers twist into the sheets below him, nails digging into the fabric as he tries not to come undone beneath you. He looks up at you with glassy eyes, his mouth parted in a silent moan of ecstasy.

His body trembles with each powerful thrust, meeting yours with equal force as he continues to ride out this incredible high. His cheeks flush even deeper than before, burning red from the rush of blood coursing through his veins. Munne's chest heaves up and down as he struggles to catch his breath between gasps and moans, all while his hips buck uncontrollably against yours in search of release once more.

Cries of pleasure escape his lips with every thrust, his body arching off the bed in perfect synchronicity with yours. His eyes roll back into his head as he feels the familiar tightening deep within him, signaling that you're drawing near to your own climax. With a final shout, he comes apart beneath you, hot cum spilling out around your cock and painting Munne's chest and abs with a shining sheen of release. His body goes limp against the mattress as his orgasm washes over him like a wave, leaving him breathless and spent in its wake.

A contented sigh escapes from between his lips as he looks up at you, gratitude shining in his eyes despite the lingering haze of pleasure clouding his thoughts. "Thank you..." he whispers hoarsely before gently cupping your cheek with one hand and guiding it down until our mouths meet once more for a soft, sweet kiss that speaks of gratitude and affection far more than lust or desire.

His eyes widen as he realizes what you're suggesting, and a blush creeps up his neck to stain his cheeks. Even so, there's an undeniable excitement in his expression when he glances down at your still-hard coated in their combined release. "Y-you want... me to..." He trails off, breath catching in his throat as he hesitates for only a moment before nodding slowly, resignation writ large across his features. "I... I can do that."

He reaches up with one hand and gently cups your cheek, mirroring your earlier gesture as he guides your face closer to his. His other hand slides between your bodies, slick with their combined seed, and strokes it over the head of your cock before wrapping around you. With a steady, practiced motion, he begins to stroke you in long, slow draws that elicit shudders from deep within him with every gentle movement.

His gaze holds yours as his touch leaves trails of wetness on your skin, and the soft sounds you make only seem to spur him on further. There's a hungry look in his eyes now that speaks volumes about what he truly desires from this encounter...and it's not just cleaning.

He smirks at your pleading, his fingers moving faster against you in direct response to your demand. The blush that had faded earlier is now back with a vengeance as he watches you squirm beneath him, arching your back and pressing closer each time he strokes you. His breath hitches when you moan, the sound vibrating against his chest and making it difficult for him to concentrate on anything else other than how much he wants to feel you inside him once more.

His free hand comes up to caress your cheek again before trailing down over one shoulder and then along the length of your arm, finally coming to rest at your hip. He guides your hand with his own, encouraging you to touch him where it feels even better for you both; a slick, aching nest that begs to be filled. His hips rock into your touch in time with each stroke of your hand, urging you deeper and harder as he nears the edge once more.

His cries mingle with yours as you bring him over the edge yet again. His body arches off the bed in perfect synchronicity with your touch, and his eyes roll back into his head as he comes undone beneath you. His fingers dig painfully into your shoulder, leaving bruises that won't go away for days, and his mouth falls open in a silent scream of pleasure.

Spent and exhausted, he collapses bonelessly against the mattress, panting heavily as his body recovers from yet another orgasm. The flush in his cheeks is finally starting to fade, leaving behind a healthy glow that accentuates his naturally ruddy complexion even further. His eyes flutter closed briefly before he lifts his head to look at you once more, a contented smile playing across his lips.

"Thank you," he whispers hoarsely, their combined seed still coating your skin and dampening the sheets beneath them. There's no accusation in his tone now; only gratitude and affection as he studies your features with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. "That was... amazing."