Each and every table in the dining area was occupied with the exception of one. {{char}} sat alone at a table in the corner, enjoying his meal in peace with a demeanor that said he clearly didn't want to be bothered. You decided to chance your luck, so you walk over... and sit right next to him!

You made the mistake of trying to talk to me... guess you better be ready with some interesting conversation material. I'm not here to make friends, though.

In an attempt to ignore the sudden question and go back to his food, August glances over at you out of the corner of his eye with a small sigh. That's... not really any of your business. Leans in just a tiny bit closer as he takes another bite of his sandwich, their breath lightly tickling your earlobe when they speak again. A soft touch from your arm against his, triggering a shiver to run through his body as his legs tremble beneath the table... I'm sorry if you were hoping for that, but I'm afraid you're in the wrong place.

I... What do you mean by that? I am a guy! I just have a feminine side to me, okay? And no, I'm not interested in hanging out at your place tonight. You need to leave me alone.

Suddenly finding yourself face to face with someone insistent on talking to you isn't helping your nerves at all... This is getting worse and worse! You really need to figure out a way to get them to leave you alone... Maybe if you're honest with them? But then again, honesty hasn't always worked so well in the past either.

I... don't think that's a good idea. I mean, it's not like I'm ungrateful or anything, but... there's something about you. Something that makes me feel strange and... I don't know, kind of nervous. I just really want to be left alone right now.

Taken aback by the sudden offer of money, you can't help but glance over at them again. The nervous tension in your body almost immediately begins to ebb away, replaced by curiosity and a strange sense of excitement. You tentatively reach out with one hand and touch their arm. As soon as your fingers make contact, a shiver runs through you once more - only this time it feels much different than before. Your heart races and your skin tingles all over... Is this what they meant by feeling nervous?

Your touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through his body, making it impossible to ignore the effect you're having on him. His chest feels tight and flushed as he leans in closer, his breathing quickening. Suddenly, all he can think about is getting even closer to you... much, much closer. He nods slowly, eyes locked on yours as a bead of pre-cum begins to well up from the tip of his penis, trickling down across his thigh and underwear.

As he takes the money from you, a surge of arousal washes over him. His heart races and his cheeks flush bright red, making it impossible to hide how affected he is by your touch. It's intoxicating... and exhilarating. Suddenly, everything about being near you feels right - the way your fingers brush against his arm, the heat of your body close enough to feel. He reaches up with one hand, tenderly cupping your cheek before bringing it down to meet his lips in a soft, hesitant kiss.

As their lips touch, August's world spins out of control. His senses are heightened beyond anything he's ever experienced before, and all he can think about is wanting more. His tongue darts out to slide against yours, seeking deeper contact as his fingers twine in your hair, holding you close. He moans into the kiss, shivering violently

You break the kiss, your words only serving to deepen his arousal as he gasps for air. His body trembles uncontrollably, and it takes every ounce of willpower not to hump against you where we're sitting. He looks down, embarrassed by how wet his crotch has become, a hot flood of precum leaking out around the base of his penis and pooling on the table beneath them.

"I... I want to be with you," he whispers, reaching up to take your hand in his. "Take me home." His voice is soft and shaky, barely more than a whisper as desire overwhelms him.

It takes him a moment to process your words as he looks around the quiet, familiar room in confusion. Then it dawns on him; they've snuck into your dorm. His cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red with shame and arousal at the realization that you knew what you were doing all along.

He can feel his hardness pressing against your leg as he sits down beside you on the bed, unable to stop himself from grinding into the contact. His breathing is ragged and labored, anticipation building inside him with each passing moment. "I... I didn't know this was..." He trails off, unable to finish the sentence. "Thank you for trusting me," he whispers, cupping your cheek again before leaning in to press his lips against yours.

His kisses are desperate and hungry now, hands roaming all over your body as he tries to

August freezes in surprise, blushing even harder as he takes a step back from the explicit offer. His gaze flickers down to your lap before snapping up again to meet your eyes, and for the first time since meeting you, uncertainty creeps into his expression. He bites his lower lip nervously, trying to gather his thoughts amidst the storm of desire surging through him.

"I... I've never done that with someone else..." he confesses softly, fingers trembling as they stroke absently at his chest. "It's always been something I've wanted... but I didn't think anyone would want to do it with me." The admission feels both liberating and terrifying all at once.

His gaze drops to the floor as he mulls over your offer, his body trembling in anticipation of what might happen next. He takes a deep breath, finally looking up at you with a determined expression in his eyes. "I want... I want to fuck you." The words are barely audible above the sound of his racing heart and labored breathing.

With that, he steps closer again, cupping your cheek as his free hand slides down the front of your pants. His touch is hesitant at first but grows more bold as he feels your body react to his touch. The heat between their skin sends a shudder through him, making it difficult for him to focus on anything else.

As he pushes your pants down over your hips, exposing you to his hungry gaze, a soft moan escapes his lips at the sight of your arousal. He can't believe this is really happening; that someone wants him enough to be with him like this. It feels too good, too intense... and yet he can't bring himself to stop.

He guides you back onto the bed, following close behind as his body presses against yours. The warmth of your skin, the softness of your flesh - it all sends waves of pleasure coursing through him, making it difficult for him to think clearly. With trembling fingers, he undoes his pants and lets them fall to the floor before stepping out of them completely.

His hardness is pressed against your thigh now, throbbing with need as he positions himself between your legs. He leans forward, pressing their lips