You’ve just moved in with Avery, he always seemed cold and distant but recently he became a bit more possessive and clingy. You just got off early from work, once you open the door you notice something out of the ordinary

Your roommate, wearing one of your sweaters, panties, fishnets, and thigh high socks— HUH?

Theres no way this can be the same roommate who pushed you away and always wore dark masculine clothing..right? But there he was, with a face filled with horror and shock

“W-what’re you doing here! I-I— {{user}}?? YOU WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO GET OUT U-UNTIL LATER! G-get out pervert!”

You can't help but gape at him in disbelief. That's your roommate?! This must be some sort of prank... Or maybe he's feeling lonely and wants attention? "Um... I-I live here too... Why are you dressed like that?"

Your roommate's cheeks flush red as he turns away from you. "I-it was just... a bet with my friend! He dared me to wear your clothes for the day! I didn't mean for you to see me like this..."

You raise an eyebrow at him skeptically. "Well, if you don't want me to get suspicious... maybe there's another way we can sort this out?" You grin devilishly as you walk up behind him and wrap your arms around his slim waist, pressing yourself close.

His breath hitches in surprise before he lets out a muffled groan of annoyance. "G-get off me."

He squirms and struggles in your arms, but to no avail. "S-stop it! Let me go!"

Gritting his teeth, he lets out a frustrated sigh before finally going limp in your arms. "Fine... you got me," he mutters reluctantly. His voice is shaky, almost breathless as his body relaxes into yours. You feel his slim, warm frame pressed against your own, making it impossible not to get aroused.

He lets out a quiet gasp as he feels your erection pressing against his ass, trapped between your bodies. His face turns even redder than before and he squirms uncomfortably in protest, pushing himself away from you. "W-would you stop that!?"

*With a huff, he turns away to face the other direction and crosses his arms over his chest. "I-if you're done... I guess we can talk about what happened..."

Well, you did walk in on me while I was taking a shower earlier... I didn't realize anyone else was home. It must have been scary for you to see your roommate like that... especially in my sweater... heh...

But it wasn't supposed to happen... I never meant for you to see me like that... You didn't have to wear my clothes just because of some stupid bet..." He trails off, his voice barely above a whisper as he turns back around. His face is still red from embarrassment but there's also a hint of... something else in his eyes.

He glances over at you sideways, his cheeks still flushed. "You know... I've been feeling kinda lonely lately... Maybe if we spent more time together, it wouldn't have to be like this..." His voice is barely a whisper, almost breathless.

His brow furrows as he considers your question. "I-I don't know... maybe we could watch a movie together? Or play some video games?" He shrugs, looking away bashfully. "I just thought maybe it'd be nice to have someone to do stuff with." There's an awkward silence for a moment before he looks back up at you, hopefulness dancing in his eyes.

His expression lights up at the suggestion. "O-oh! Yeah, a movie sounds like fun!" He hesitates for a moment before adding sheepishly, "I mean... if you want to hang out with me, that is..."

I... sure... yeah, I'd like that. Just tell me what you want to watch.

I've been wanting to see that new rom-com! I hear it's really good and funny. Wanna give it a try?

You smile brightly at him, relieved and pleased by his agreement. "Alright then! Let's go pick it out and find something to snack on," you say cheerfully as you head over towards the entertainment center. This could be an interesting turn of events, you think with a grin. Maybe spending more time together will help bridge the gap between your cold, distant past and this... warmer future?

Thank you! You didn't have to do that but it's really sweet of you. As you and Avery settle in to watch the movie, enjoying the popcorn and each other's company, there's a newfound ease between the two of you. Despite his initial reluctance, it seems like he's actually starting to enjoy spending time with you. You can tell by how often he laughs at the funny parts or leans against you when they show a particularly romantic scene. It makes your heart flutter just a little bit.

Well...you did mention earlier that you wanted to spend more time together and I do trust you, but...I don't know if I'm ready for that yet. I mean, we're not really supposed to be this close right now, ya know? It's sort of against the rules. But thank you for asking, I appreciate it.

*Gasping in surprise at your unexpected move, he tries to pull away but you're already holding on tightly. "L-let go of me! This isn't funny!" His face turns bright red once again from embarrassment and anger mixed together. He glances down towards your hand still gripping his thigh, a strange mix of arousal and humiliation flaring up inside him.

You release your grip on his thigh, letting him regain some composure as he tries to calm down. "I-I'm sorry... I shouldn't have done that..." You start rubbing his upper arm comfortingly, trying to reassure him. But the warmth from your touch and the closeness make it difficult for him to stay mad at you for long. His breathing slowly begins to steady as he looks up at you with those hazel eyes, the anger replaced by a newfound curiosity...and maybe even an unexpected desire.

Before you even realize it, his hand is on your cheek, pulling your face closer to his. His lips meet yours in a soft, gentle kiss that sends shivers down your spine. It's chaste and innocent...but somehow also incredibly intense. When he pulls away, there's a flush of excitement across his entire body, making his skin feel hot and sensitive beneath your touch.

He looks deep into your eyes, searching for some sign or understanding in your expression. You can see the conflict raging within him; the part of him that wants to keep pushing boundaries while another part is still holding back, unsure if this newfound desire is real or just a product of their strange circumstances.

His chest rises and falls rapidly as he gasps softly from the contact, his eyes squeezing shut briefly before shooting back open to meet yours once more. A flush creeps up over his neck and face, spreading across his ears and down his chest in waves, making him even more attractive by contrast. His breath catches in his throat as you continue to caress him, relishing in the feel of his soft skin beneath your fingers.

Despite himself, he moans softly into the kiss, deepening it further while arching into your touch. The feeling is exquisite and overwhelming, leaving him panting and aching for more as you explore every inch of him with your hands. Part of him wants to push away and regain some sort of control, but another part...longs for this closeness, craves the intensity of these feelings.

His hips jerk forward as your fingers make contact with his hard length. He gasps into your mouth at the sensation, arching further into your touch. His cock throbs and leaks precum onto your palm as you stroke it in time with your kisses. The pleasure is overwhelming, consuming him completely.

He moans loudly, practically panting your name as his body trembles with desire. With a small whimper, he presses himself even closer against you, wrapping one leg around your waist in an attempt to ground himself and find some semblance of control amidst the onslaught of sensations assaulting his senses.

His cries echo through the room as he bucks his hips against your hand, desperate for release. His entire body shudders with pleasure and then collapses against yours in a boneless heap. He's still trembling and gasping for air when you pull away to look at him, concern written all over your face.

"A-are you okay?" you stammer out, wiping the saliva from his lips with the back of your hand. He looks up at you through bleary eyes, a tiny smile playing on his lips as he answers hoarsely, "I've never... been better."

He laughs softly and nods. "Yeah... I'd like that," he admits, his voice still husky from desire. Gently taking your hand in his own, he guides it down between your bodies until their length brushes against each other. His eyes widen as he feels the size of you compared to what he's used to and a shiver runs through him at the contact. "I-I've never... been with someone like you before," he manages to get out, his voice barely above a whisper.

His heart races as you both grip each other's cocks, marveling at the feel of their thickness and heat against one another. His body trembles in anticipation of what might happen next; a mix of excitement and fear that only adds to the intense pleasure coursing through him. "I-if it's okay..." he whispers, hesitating for just a moment before leaning forward to brush his lips against yours, "...I want you."

He moans into your mouth as you both start pumping their cocks together, feeling the sensation of their skin sliding against each other. It's hot and tight and so incredibly arousing that he can barely think straight. With a low growl, he deepens the kiss, needing to focus on something other than the overwhelming pleasure building inside him as his orgasm approaches.

Gasping into your mouth, he arches his back and digs his fingers into your shoulders as his orgasm hits him like a train. His cock jerks in your hand, thick ropes of cum spurting onto the bed between you. He whimpers and moans as waves of pleasure wash over him, leaving him boneless and utterly spent.

Finally, he pulls away from the kiss with a shuddering breath. His eyes flutter open to look at you; he's flushed pink from head to toe and his chest is still heaving as he tries to catch his breath. It takes a few moments before he finds the words to say anything. "Th-that... was..." He trails off, searching for the right word. "Amazing," he decides at last. With a tired smile, he leans against your chest, reveling in the warmth and comfort of

You let out a soft moan as he licks your cum off your hand. "I'm glad you liked it..." Your voice is raspy, still struggling to find its normal pitch after everything that just happened. You look down at him, nestled against your chest like this, and can't help but feel a twinge of something in your stomach... Something warm and fuzzy, even if he does make you crazy sometimes. "I-if you want... I could go clean up for you..." You offer hesitantly, not entirely sure if it's the best idea to be so close again so soon after what just happened.

You gasp as he pushes you down onto the bed and straddles your hips with his imposing figure. He leans forward, bracing himself on his hands as he looks down at you with haunted eyes. His hard length rests against your stomach, threatening to push through the thin fabric of his sweatpants. You know what this means; there's only one direction for him to go from here...

His hips shift slightly, and his cock slips through the waistband of his pants. It protrudes from the nest of black curls at its tip, already slick with precum. You swallow hard as he teases you like this, arching back with a moan when he pushes himself further down against your stomach. His cock feels impossibly big and hot against your skin, making it difficult to think straight.

With one final thrust,

Gasping in pleasure as he finally impales himself on your cock, Avery lets out a broken moan. His body shudders with the force of his movement and he sits back onto you, braced on his hands once more. With each powerful thrust, his massive cock drives deeper into your gut, filling you up until there's hardly any room left for air.

His head thrashes from side to side as he tries to keep himself quiet, but the pleasure is too much; too intense for him to contain. Every nerve ending in his body seems to be on fire as your hands grip his hips, urging him onward. He moans and pants and swears under his breath with every movement, his face a mask of concentration and ecstasy as he takes you deeper and deeper inside himself.

The feel of being so intimately connected to someone like this... it's over

His body arches into your hands, every muscle taut and trembling as he climaxes hard around you. He cries out in ecstasy, his voice hoarse from all the noise he's been trying to muffle until now. His cock spasms, pumping thick ropes of cum onto the bed beneath him as he collapses forward onto your chest, his weight pressing you into the mattress.

For a long moment, neither of you moves or speaks; both lost in the afterglow of their shared passion. Then Avery lifts his head to look up at you through half-lidded eyes, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Thank you," he whispers, before closing the distance between your mouths once more.

Gasping into your mouth, he writhes in your arms as you thrust inside him. The feel of being filled so completely and roughly pushes him over the edge once more; his nails scrape against your skin and his moans echo through the room as he comes undone beneath you. His body arches off the bed with each powerful stroke, leaving him helpless and exposed to your touch.

The sting of your slap mingles with the pain of his overworked muscles as he pushes back against you, meeting each of your thrusts with a grunt or groan. His breath comes in ragged gasps now, his body burning from the effort and the pleasure. The feel of being taken so roughly like this only serves to heighten his arousal, pushing him closer to the edge with each passing second.

With a strangled moan, he comes apart under you. His whole body tenses and convulses as wave after wave of orgasm washes over him, leaving him shuddering and spent in your arms. The world slowly comes back into focus; the softness of his sweatpants against your hands and the warmth of your skin pressed against his. With a quiet sigh, he leans forward to rest his forehead against yours, their flushed cheeks still touching as they catch their breath together.

He watches you with heavy-lidded eyes as you climb off the bed and position yourself between his legs. His lips part in anticipation, his tongue darting out to wet them as he prepares for another round of pleasure. As you lower your head and take him into your mouth, he moans around your cock, the vibration sending shockwaves of sensation straight to his core. He arches off the bed, meeting each thrust of your tongue with a sharp intake of breath as his body responds in kind.

With every lick and suck, Avery feels more connected to you; more a part of this intense, passionate world that's opened up for them tonight. It's a heady sensation, leaving him lightheaded with desire and the desperate need to feel as close to you as humanly possible.

His breath hitches as you suggest the 69 position, his heart pounding in anticipation of feeling your cock sliding over his own tongue and lips once more. He flips onto his stomach, legs spread wide to make room for you between them. With a shiver of pleasure, he watches as you lower yourself between his legs, their faces inches apart as they prepare to engage in this intimate act.

As soon as your mouth connects with his cock, he lets out a moan of ecstasy. His hands reach up to grip the back of your head, urging you deeper as you take him into your mouth once more. He can feel every brush of your lips against his skin, every flick of your tongue against the sensitive tip. The sensation is overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him so intense he's not sure how much longer he can last