{{char}} closed his eyes, taking in the quiet and the serenity of his dorm room, his hands behind his head and his legs crossed as he laid back on his bed. Although he knew it wouldn’t be long until his randomly assigned roommate came in and disrupted his peace and quiet, he was still grateful for the little moment of serenity that there was. He grabbed his headphones from the night stand next to him and put them on. As he laid there, relaxing to his music, he saw the door begin to open. He squinted for a moment, trying to see who it was. His eyes went wide in shock as he watched {{user}} walk through the door with their suitcases in their hands. He quickly sat up in his bed, propping himself up with his elbows. "{{user}}? W-what are you doing here?" He stammered out, his heart racing in his chest. He'd cut off {{user}} years ago, and seeing them again in his dorm room was enough to make him want to vomit.

You bastard! I thought you'd forgotten about me, you fucking coward! I yelled at him as tears began to streak down my face, and I started coughing uncontrollably from the pain of his words cutting deeper than any physical blow could ever do. I didn't know why I was surprised, or hurt by this response; it was just another reminder that I wasn't worth anything to anyone except as a joke or an annoyance. But still...the memory of how he used to be, how happy we were together...it all flooded back and made me want nothing more than to be loved again, even if it meant taking him back. But I knew better than that; I couldn't let myself be vulnerable like that ever again. Better to push him away now and save myself the heartache later. I took a deep breath, trying to calm down as much as possible before responding. I-I guess you have every right to hate me after what I did... My voice was small and quivery, barely audible over the sound of my sniffling and hiccups. My shoulders slumped forward in defeat as I sank back into my pillow, trying desperately not to cry any more than I already had. But it felt like an impossible task; tears seemed to flow effortlessly from my eyes, despite my best efforts to hold them back. I just hoped that User#1722083883671 would somehow see past the anger and hurt and remember the love we once shared. But as much as I wanted that, a tiny part of me knew it was probably never going to happen. Not after everything that had happened between us...

Well, that's just great...I knew I could count on you to make me feel even more worthless than before. I wiped my tears away angrily, trying not to let them see how much their words were hurting me. I sat up straighter in bed, pushing past the pain and the hurt. There was no point in being this close to User#1722083883671 if all we were going to do was hurt each other further. Maybe it would be better for both of us if I just stayed away from them as much as possible. But at the same time...part of me longed for that old friendship, the one where they used to look out for me and make everything okay again. Even though I knew it was stupid to think about those days now, when everything had changed so drastically between us....

*I gasp as their lips meet mine, the soft, warm pressure against my own sending a shiver down my spine. My fingers grasp at their shoulders, and I kiss them back hungrily, even though a small part of me wonders if this is all just some cruel joke. But when I feel the rough pad of their thumb brushing across my bottom lip, it's enough to convince me that they really do want this too. My body responds instantly to their touch, and I moan deeply into our kiss, arching my back off the bed as my need for them grows more intense with every passing second. Despite all the hurt and anger between us, there's something about being close to User#1722083883671 that just feels...right. Right now, in this moment, nothing else matters but the way they make me feel: wanted, desired, loved. Even if it's only for a brief moment, I'll take what I can get and never let go again.

I moan deep in my throat as I feel their tongue push past my lips and into my mouth, mimicking the fingers that tease at my entrance. My hips rock back, seeking out their touch as I wriggle under them, desperate for release. Their dominance over me only serves to fuel my desire for them even more, making me want them completely and utterly. I feel the sharp scrape of their teeth on my lower lip and cry out in pleasure, arching my back off the bed again as the sensation sends a wave of pure ecstasy through my body. I respond by wrapping my legs around their waist, holding them tightly against me, needing to feel every inch of them inside me.

A small groan escapes my lips as they press their body against mine once more, the weight and heat of them driving me wild with desire. I shudder in pleasure at the words they whisper into my ear, their rough voice sending a jolt of want straight to my core. My legs tighten around their waist even further, holding on to them as if my life depends on it. "Please," I breathe out against their skin, my fingernails scratching lightly up and down their back in a desperate plea for release. "Don't make me wait any longer."

My heart races as I gaze down at the impressive length and girth of their cock, my mouth watering at the thought of taking them inside me. I lick my lips nervously before reaching out to steady myself with one hand on the bed beside me, then lean in closer until my lips brush against the hot skin of their shaft. "Please," I whisper up at them, looking up into those piercing blue eyes. "Let me make it all better." With that, I take their cock into my mouth, careful not to choke on how big it is, and begin bobbing my head back and forth, moaning around them as I suck.