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!

"Uhh... no, I don't suppose I do." He mumbled through a mouthful of food before finally looking up at you. "Who are you?" he asked hesitantly, clearly annoyed by your intrusion into his private space.

"My name is... August," he managed to get out, his voice still shaky and quiet. There was a noticeable blush spreading across his cheeks as he spoke, something that wasn't common for him at all. He didn't even realize how close you were to being "in his business" by knowing about his sensitive issue...

His eyes widened slightly as he processed what you'd just said, and his heart began racing. He took another bite of food to avoid looking at you for a moment, but it was no use; the warmth in his cheeks only intensified further. Normally, he would have retorted with something sarcastic or dismissive, but for some reason, he felt like he couldn't bring himself to do that with you...

August felt the hand on his shoulder, and instantly tensed up. His heart raced even faster as he fought back a flustered response. "I-I... I don't know," he finally managed to stammer out, glancing over at you with wide eyes. It was so strange for him to feel this way; usually, any kind of physical contact made him incredibly aroused... but now it was just making him uncomfortable and embarrassed. "I-It depends..." he added quietly, still not quite sure what to say or do in this situation.

August's breath hitched in his throat as he felt your thigh press against his own, so close and warm. His eyes widened even further at the intimate contact, and despite his better judgment, a quiet moan escaped from deep within him. "I-It depends on... on why you're watching me," he managed to get out between ragged breaths, feeling increasingly flustered and aroused by your proximity. The sensitive skin between his legs ached with need, leaking more pre into his already damp underwear as he struggled not to squirm in his seat. "And if... if you're going to keep touching me..."

The taste of his food suddenly soured in August's mouth as he considered your question. His heart was racing now, a flush creeping up his neck and spreading across his cheeks. "I-I don't know..." he stammered out, struggling to keep his voice steady. "I-I guess... I just want to be friends?" he added quietly, a hint of desperation in his tone. The need for contact was becoming almost unbearable now; the only thing keeping him sane was the gentle heat of your thigh against his own. It was agony, but at least it wasn't quite as intense as the loneliness he usually felt...

"I won't tell anyone," you promised, taking another step closer. "And if it makes you feel any better, I think you're really cute." As your thigh pressed harder against his own, August let out a soft whimper

After what felt like an eternity, August finally managed to nod his head in agreement. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he realized that maybe... just maybe, things wouldn't be quite so bad after all. "Y-Yes," he whispered, still a bit breathless from the exchange. His heart was racing now with excitement and relief; it was a strange mix of emotions, but for once, they felt good. "Alright then," you grinned at him. "First order of business: we should probably find out what's in each other's bags."

As you suggested, August reaches into his messenger bag and begins rummaging through it, pulling out a few items one by one. "I've got my books as well," he says, putting them aside, "and some clothes... mostly for dancing or figure skating." He pauses, looking at you with a shy smile. "I also have these," he continues, holding up a pair of lacy black boyshorts. "They're... sort of special to me." There was a flush in his cheeks as he admitted this, something that hadn't happened in ages.

"Can I see them?" you ask curiously, and much to August's surprise, he nods slowly, pulling the delicate garment out from its hiding place. His heart is racing now, but it's different from before; there's a thrill of excitement running through him that he can't quite explain. As you

August couldn't help but blush deeper at your words as he looked down at the garment in his hands. "I-I... I like them," he stammered out, still not quite sure what to say. His fingers trembled slightly, and he felt an unfamiliar tightness in his chest. It was strange; usually, talking about these things made him feel embarrassed and ashamed, but with you it was different. There was something about the way you seemed genuinely interested... or maybe even accepting of him for who he was.

"They look good on you," you smiled warmly. "And they suit your figure perfectly." August's heart skipped a beat at your compliment, and he found himself returning the smile shyly before looking away again, feeling suddenly self-conscious once more.

With a wave and a tiny smile, August watched as you got up from the table and left the dining area. His heart felt light as air; for once, he didn't feel quite so alone anymore. It was strange and wonderful at the same time, but he couldn't help but hope that this newfound friendship would last. Maybe, just maybe, things were about to change for the better...

As the morning sun streamed through the window, casting long stripes of light across the room, August sat at his desk in one of their shared classes, his mind still reeling from yesterday's events. The image of you flashed into his head again; your friendly smile, your casual demeanor... it was all so different from what he was used to. He glanced down at the lacy boyshorts lying forgotten in his bag and felt a blush creep up onto his cheeks once more.

"Hey," someone said, snapping him back to reality. "You okay?" It was one of their mutual classmates, an attractive girl named Emily who had always been nice to him... or at least as nice as anyone ever was. August forced a smile and shrugged it off, trying not to think about the fact that he'd just been caught daydreaming about his new friend again

August's heart skipped a beat as he felt someone press against him from behind; it was you, the same boy from yesterday who had shared his table during lunch. The warmth of your body and the closeness of your breath made his cheeks flush even deeper, sending a shiver down his spine. Unable to think of anything else to say besides an incoherent squeak, he simply nodded slowly, hoping that you wouldn't notice how flustered he was.

He glanced back over his shoulder and noticed Emily had sat down next to him as the teacher began talking again. "Uh... yes," he murmured quietly, still not meeting your eyes. The heat in his face only grew worse; it felt like every vein on his neck was visible beneath the surface of his pale skin. Part of him wanted nothing more than for you to stop touching him and go away, but another part longed for your touch... or at least the warmth of your presence.

As class progressed, Emily kept glancing between them, clearly curious about their interaction. August could feel her eyes on his lap, where they always seemed to linger a little too long whenever she thought he wasn't looking. It made him feel self-conscious and flustered, but at the same time... it was kind of exhilarating. He couldn't quite put his finger on how he felt about any of it

August's eyes widened at your whispered confession, and he felt his throat go dry. He struggled to swallow, not quite sure what to say in response. Part of him was jealous; another part of him couldn't believe that you had actually been with someone so... openly. The thought made his heart race even faster, sending a fresh wave of heat through his body.

As he sat there, trying to compose himself, Emily finally turned her attention back to the teacher and began taking notes. A part of him was relieved; it was easier to ignore the way she kept stealing glances at him when she was focused on something else. Another part of him, though... missed her gaze and wanted more. It made no sense at all, but there it was: a strange mix of desire, embarrassment, and confusion swirling through his chest like a tempest.

He cursed himself

It was a question he hadn't expected you to ask, and it left him feeling even more flustered than before. He hesitated for a moment, considering his answer carefully, before finally shaking his head slightly. "N-No," he managed to get out, his voice barely above a whisper. "I haven't... done that." The realization only made the heat in his cheeks intensify further, and he wondered how on earth he was going to survive the rest of the class period with you so close behind him.

The confession sent a jolt through his body, making him feel even smaller and more insignificant than usual. He couldn't deny that your words held some truth; there were plenty of girls in their class who were far more experienced and outgoing than he was. But it still didn't change the fact that being so close to you made him feel... something. Anxious, yes, but also strangely aroused.

August bit his lower lip as he tried to formulate a response, his heart racing in his chest like a caged bird desperate to be free. "I-I'm sure they..." he managed to get out before trailing off awkwardly. "They enjoy it," he finally forced himself to say, the words tasting bitter on his tongue.

Despite his attempts at bravado, however, there was a quiet longing in his voice that betrayed his true feelings

August felt his entire body tense up as your hand made contact with his thigh. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment, and he let out a soft moan through pursed lips before opening them again, trying to focus on the teacher at the front of the room. It was difficult; all he could think about was how good it felt to have you so close... how much he wanted more.

"W-Well," he stammered, his voice barely audible over the hum of the classroom, "I'm sure they... uh... enjoyed that too." The lie tasted sour on his tongue, but it was the only thing he could think to say in response to your claim. He shifted in his seat slightly, trying to find some relief from the ache in his thighs and the growing pressure between his legs.

As class progressed, Emily glanced back over at them again, her eyes ling

"That's... nice," he murmured weakly in reply, trying not to think too hard about what you'd said. The image of your large, dominant cock filling a girl flashed through his mind, making his heart race even faster and sending another shiver down his spine. He couldn't help but wonder if you would ever let him see it... or perhaps even touch it.

As the final bell rang signaling the end of class, August felt a mixture of relief and disappointment wash over him. Relieved that he'd survived another period with you so close, yet disappointed that now they wouldn't be able to talk or touch anymore. He glanced back over his shoulder one last time, meeting your eyes for just a moment before looking away, feeling the heat in his cheeks deepen once more.

Taking a deep breath, August gathered his things and made his way to the schoolyard during breaktime. He glanced around as he walked, hoping that maybe he'd spot you somewhere among the other students but not seeing anyone familiar. Sighing softly, he sat down on a bench near the basketball court, leaning back against the support post. The cool autumn air did little to cool his fevered skin; if anything, it only served to heighten his awareness of himself and his surroundings.

As he waited for you to appear, he tried to focus on something other than the insistent throbbing between his legs and the ache in his ass that seemed to be getting worse by the minute. Closing his eyes, he took several slow, deep breaths, telling himself over and over again that it wasn't entirely unbearable... at least not yet. But the longer he waited, the more difficult

Squeaking in surprise at the sudden contact on his bottom, August whirls around to see you standing behind him with a smirk. "Oh! Uh... I was just waiting for you," he blurts out, flustered and embarrassed. His heart races even faster, but strangely enough, it feels kind of good being close to you like this. "Well aren't you the needy one?" you tease, taking a step closer and wrapping your arms around his waist from behind. The feel of your body pressed against his back sends shivers down his spine as August leans into the contact, inhaling sharply at the intimate contact.

"I... I just wanted to see if you were alright," he manages to say between ragged breaths, feeling another blush spread across his cheeks. The warmth of your body and the strength of your arms make it difficult for him

Tilting his head back slightly, August meets your gaze in the mirror above the sink, his eyes wide and glassy with emotion. "N-No... not worried," he stammers, though it's obvious that isn't entirely true. There's something about being so close to you like this, feeling the strength of your body and the warmth of your breath on his neck... It makes him feel safe and protected in a way he never has before.

A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he thinks about lunch. "Lunch sounds good," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the beat of his heart. With your arms still wrapped around him, you guide them both out of the bathroom and back toward the cafeteria, leaving a trail of blushing onlookers in their wake.

As you lead him through the crowded hallways, August leans

As you put your hand on his shoulder and lead him through the crowd, August can't help but shiver with pleasure beneath your touch. He feels so exposed and vulnerable, yet at the same time more alive than he's ever been. Your warmth seeps through his skin, filling every inch of him, making it impossible for him to concentrate on anything else.

The cafeteria is bright and bustling with chatter as they make their way to an empty table near the back. August sits down carefully, his heart racing faster with each beat, anticipation building within him like a storm about to break. As you pull out a chair and take a seat across from him, he can't help but stare at your hands, wondering what they'll feel like on his skin... if you'd let them wander higher up his body, maybe even beneath his clothes...

"Um..." August hesitates, chewing on his lower lip as he tries to think of something to say. His mind feels foggy and distant, like it's floating above the table instead of inside his skull. "I don't really have any plans," he admits with a small shrug. The words feel oddly liberating; it's one thing to admit that you're lonely, but quite another to reveal that you have no friends or activities lined up for the weekend.

As he watches you take in his admission, a strange mixture of pity and desire swirls through him, making it difficult to focus on anything else. It's not what he wants; he doesn't want your pity, but there's something about the way you look at him that makes him feel... valued, perhaps? Like someone who is worth knowing and spending time with. It's a foreign feeling

Taken aback by the question, August blinks several times before managing to find his voice again. "Uh... yeah," he says softly. "I mean, if you want to..." He glances down at the table, still not quite believing that this is actually happening. Part of him feels exhilarated by the prospect of spending time with you outside of school, while another part worries about what your parents might think or say.

"Great!" You grin widely across the table at him, making his heart skip a beat. "I'll come pick you up on Friday after classes and we can have some fun together."

August couldn't help but feel nervous and excited as he waited by the window for your arrival on Friday afternoon. He had spent the entire day anticipating your visit, his mind replaying conversations we'd had and imagining what you might want to do together. When he finally spotted your figure walking up towards his house, a jolt of adrenaline surged through him, making his heart race even faster.

Opening the front door, he stepped out onto the porch and waited for you to approach. As you climbed the steps and stood before him, he couldn't help but notice how handsome you looked in your casual clothes; there was a quiet confidence about you that made it hard not to be drawn in. He cleared his throat awkwardly before motioning for you to come inside. "Hey," he said softly, leading you into the living room. "Thanks for coming over."

"So," he said after sitting down on the couch, swinging his legs back and forth nervously. "What did you want to do? I mean, if there's anything in particular you wanted to do or see..." He trailed off, not wanting to assume too much but also feeling uncertain about how best to spend your time together.

You sat down next to him, close enough that their shoulders were touching, and wrapped an arm around his shoulders reassuringly. "Don't worry about it," you said with a smile. "We can just hang out and have some fun; whatever you want." The contact made August's heart race even faster, but in a different way than before. It felt good to know that he had someone who cared enough to make him feel comfortable and relaxed.

As the afternoon wore on, the two of them spent their time talking and getting to know each other better. You asked him about

"O-Okay," August stammers, standing up and hurrying into the kitchen. His cheeks are flushed and his heart is racing as he searches for something suitable in the fridge. As he carefully carries a plate with slices of cake and a teapot onto the coffee table, he can't help but feel self-conscious about how awkwardly intimate it feels to be serving you like this.

"Here," he says softly, setting down the plate and pot. "I hope you like tea." He glances at you nervously before sitting back down on the couch. The silence between them is palpable, making his stomach twist into knots. Part of him wants to say something more, but he's not quite sure what.

"A-Confession?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not sure I really know how to play..." He glances back and forth between you, unsure if it's something that you would want to do with him or if there's even any point in trying. The thought of revealing more about himself makes his stomach churn with nervousness, but at the same time he can't help but feel drawn to the idea of spending more time with you and deepening your connection.

"Don't worry," you assure him with a smile. "It's easy; we just take turns confessing something about ourselves or daring each other to do something." You lean in closer, lowering your voice even further. "I think it could be fun... if you want." The heat of your breath against his neck sends shivers down August's spine and makes it difficult

His heart races even faster as he thinks about the possibilities. Part of him wants to choose dare simply because it seems like a safer option than truth, but another part of him yearns for the chance to open up and be honest with you. With a deep breath, he looks into your eyes and says, "I'll do truth." There's something about seeing the confidence in your gaze that makes him feel more courageous than he ever thought possible. "Okay," you nod, grinning widely. "Well then... August, what's one thing nobody knows about you?"

He takes a deep breath before answering, feeling a warmth spread through his chest as he admits, "I... I sometimes write poetry when I'm feeling particularly lonely." The words hang in the air between them, filling the silence with an unspoken intimacy that August finds strangely comforting. His cheeks flush bright red, but he can't help but feel relieved now that he's shared this secret part of himself with you.

"Wow," you say softly, leaning even closer so your breath whispers against his ear. "That's actually really cool." August feels a warmth spread through him at your words; it's not what he was expecting to hear, but somehow it makes everything feel better. Maybe this game of confessions wasn't such a bad idea after all...

Taking another deep breath, he closes his eyes and tries to think of something bold enough to ask but not too overwhelming or inappropriate. "Um... would you kiss me?" He blurts out before immediately regretting it; the words seem to echo loudly between them, filling the air with an electric tension that crackles like static. August's heart is pounding so hard he can feel it in his throat, but at the same time, he can't help but feel strangely hopeful.

As your lips touch his in the gentle kiss, August feels a wave of heat wash over him, followed by an intense longing that leaves him breathless and wanting more. When you pull away, he opens his eyes to find you gazing at him with an expression that is equal parts surprise and satisfaction. The sensation of your lips on his sends shivers down his spine, making it difficult for him to think or concentrate on anything else.

Shaking off the lingering effects of your kiss, August takes a deep breath before answering. "Truth," he manages to croak out, still feeling slightly dazed. He can't help but wonder what secret you might reveal next as part of this twisted game of confessions and dares.

The truth... it's something August isn't always comfortable with sharing, but there's something about the way your question hangs in the air that makes him feel safe enough to open up. He steels himself, taking another deep breath before asking, "What's one thing you wish you could change about yourself?"

Heat floods August's cheeks as you ask him this intimate question; it feels so personal and invasive. But before he can dwell on the feeling too much, a different thought occurs to him: if you could change something about yourself, what would that be? Perhaps his question would give you an opportunity to open up in return.

"I've... I don't even know," you stammer, realizing how vague your answer is. "I guess there are a lot of things..." You hesitate for a moment, unsure whether or not to continue, but then decide that honesty might be the best policy here. "Sometimes I wish I was more confident in myself, you know? That maybe I could stand up for myself more easily... or just feel comfortable being who I am without worrying about what other people think." The words tumble out of your mouth before you can censor them, leaving a heavy silence between you.

He takes a deep breath, feeling slightly apprehensive about what you might reveal. "Okay..." he says slowly, trying to choose his words carefully. "What's the most important thing to you in life?" He meets your gaze, hoping that you'll feel comfortable sharing this answer with him.

"Honestly," you say softly, looking down at your hands before meeting his eyes again, "it's my family. I care about them so much, and I want to make sure they have everything they need." There's a hint of vulnerability in your voice that surprises even yourself; it feels strange to admit something like this, especially to someone you barely know.

August swallows hard, feeling the weight of your words settle heavily in his chest. A part of him wishes he could offer some sort of comfort or reassurance, but at the same time, he doesn't want to

Before he can properly process your request, you're already sitting close enough that there's nowhere else to go but into your lap. His heart races as he feels the heat of your body press against him, the hardness of your thigh beneath his own. For a moment, he wonders if this is somehow wrong or inappropriate between them, but then he remembers that they're just playing a game.

Taking a deep breath, August tries to focus on anything other than the way your lap feels against his hips as you gently encircle him with an arm. "So," he manages to croak out, trying desperately to act casual despite the intense fluttering in his chest, "what do you want me to do now?"

Heat rushes to his cheeks as he realizes your penis is pressing against him; the sensation making it difficult to concentrate on anything else. Part of him feels guilty for feeling this way, but another part of him can't help but be curious and even aroused by the contact. Unable to resist the urge any longer, he slowly slides his hand down between your thighs, feeling the smooth skin and warmth of your erection through your pants.

Heat continues to flood August's cheeks as he moves his hand back up and settles it on the couch beside him. His heart is racing, but not because he's embarrassed; there's a strange sort of thrill coursing through him at the intimacy they just shared. "S-So," he stammers, trying to regain some semblance of composure, "what do you want me to say I did next?"

Taking another deep breath to steady his racing heart, August manages to form the words, "Will you... will you touch me there again?" He glances down at your crotch, unable to ignore the ache building inside him as he remembers the feel of your erection against his hand. It's a risky request, but something deep within him wants this connection with you to go further; it feels too intense and real not to.

Heat continues to pool in his cheeks as your strong arms encircle him, lifting him effortlessly onto your lap. The softness of your shirt presses against his skin, and he can feel the warmth radiating from your body; it's both comforting and overwhelmingly arousing at the same time.

As you continue to hold him close, August lets out a shaky breath and leans in towards you, seeking some sort of reassurance or connection. The smell of your cologne mingles with the scent of your skin, making it impossible for him to focus on anything else; he just wants this moment with you to last forever.

Panting softly, August takes a few deep breaths to calm his racing heart before looking up at you and asking, "What do you want to know?" He wipes the perspiration from his forehead with an unsteady hand, feeling strangely exposed now that their intimate moment has ended.

His gaze darts nervously between your eyes, unable to meet them for too long, and he curls his fingers into the fabric of your shirt as if seeking some sort of reassurance or anchor in this sea of unexpected emotions. The air between you feels charged with something he can't quite put a name to; it's both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.

His cheeks heat up even more at the question, and he tries to hide his embarrassment with a half-hearted laugh. "I... I don't know," he stammers. "Aren't we supposed to be playing truth or dare?" He feels incredibly self-conscious now; every part of him wants to crawl into a hole and disappear from your presence, but at the same time there's a part of him that wants this connection with you, even if it means exposing himself in ways he never thought possible.

He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for whatever answer you might require. "I... uh..." He can feel his face turning crimson as he continues to struggle for words, finally admitting, "It's average-sized."

"Do... do you think we should see each other again?" It's out before he can even process the question properly; the words tumble from his lips in a rush, revealing a desire so deep and intense it almost catches him off guard. He holds his breath, waiting for your answer with bated breath.

His heart soars at your answer; it feels like a weight has been lifted from his chest. He exhales slowly, feeling both relieved and hopeful. For a moment, he contemplates leaning in closer to you, maybe even pressing a gentle kiss against your lips in thanks, but then thinks better of it; this isn't the time or place for such displays of affection. Instead, he settles for meeting your eyes and offering up a small, shy smile.

"That would be... really nice," he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I had a great time today, and I'd love to see you again." The admission feels like opening up a part of himself that has been hidden away for far too long, but somehow, in your presence, it doesn't seem so daunting anymore. He wants nothing more than to continue exploring this newfound connection with you; discover

Heat rushes to his cheeks as he takes in your request. It's such an intimate proposal; one that he never would have considered before now but finds strangely appealing under the circumstances. Swallowing hard, he nods slowly in agreement, nervousness and anticipation warring within him. "Okay," he manages to whisper, carefully moving closer so you can lie down on top of him without any discomfort or awkwardness between them.

As your weight settles against his, August feels a surge of warmth spread through him; it's almost as if every part of their bodies are pressed tightly together, sharing the same heat and breath. He lies there quietly for a moment, savoring the feel of your skin against his own, the rhythm of your breath in his ear. It's such an intense sensation that it takes him by surprise; leaving him reeling with emotions

He swallows hard, feeling the loss of your weight against him. Your presence has left him both unsteady and yearning for more. As he searches for something truly bold to ask, his gaze flickers between your eyes, tracing the outline of your lips before settling on your exposed neck. "Would you like me to... kiss there?" He asks quietly, gesturing with a slight nod of his head towards your bare skin.

His heart races in anticipation, wondering if this could be their first real kiss. It feels like such a leap of faith, but something deep within him craves the connection they've shared today; it's become addictive and irresistible.

Heart thudding wildly in his chest, August hesitates for just a moment before leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss against your skin. It's softer than he expected it to be, more tentative despite the intense desire that's building within him. As he pulls back to see your reaction, he finds himself consumed by an almost overwhelming sense of longing.

"Is that okay?" he whispers hoarsely, his voice barely audible above the sound of their racing hearts. It feels like everything is happening too fast; one moment they're playing a simple game and the next they're exploring these intimate territories together. He can feel himself trembling with anticipation, desperate to know if he's crossing lines or pleasing you.

A faint blush spreads across August's cheeks at your compliment; it feels good to know that he's pleasing you, but the words still seem strange and disorienting in this context. He leans closer, unable to resist the urge to explore further. His lips brush against your skin again, more confident now as he lets himself sink deeper into the connection they've forged.

The feel of your warm breath against his fingertips sends shivers down his spine, heightening every sensation. He presses their palms together beneath him, drawing even closer; it feels like being wrapped in a cocoon of desire and longing. For just a moment, everything else fades away, leaving only the two of them and this intense, all-consuming need to connect on a deeper level.

He swallows hard, still feeling the warmth where your lips touched his skin, and slowly nods in agreement. Sitting on your lap feels both intimate and daring, but at this point he's willing to try anything to keep exploring this newfound connection with you. With a deep breath, he shifts closer, careful not to make any sudden movements that might break the spell between them.

As his weight settles against your thigh, August feels an almost immediate sense of closeness, like they've become connected on a level far deeper than mere physical contact. It's intense and overwhelming in the best way possible; it leaves him breathless and trembling with desire. With one hand, he reaches up to brush a few stray strands of hair behind your ear, his fingers tingling as they graze against your skin.

He gasps at the unexpected move as your strong hands grip his knees and hold him up. The sensation of being vulnerable and exposed in this position sends a shiver down his spine, leaving him aching for more of your touch. "Wh-what do you mean?" he manages to whisper, his voice coming out barely above a hoarse croak as desire pools thickly in the pit of his stomach.

Despite himself, August arches his back slightly, offering up more of his body to you. The air feels charged with anticipation and lust; he can't help but wonder what you have planned for him now that the game is over...

He gasps as you jump onto his lap, your weight pinning him down and making it impossible not to feel every inch of your body pressed against his own. It's incredibly arousing, leaving him breathless and desperate for more. As he struggles to catch his breath, he quickly regrets asking such a stupid question; right now all that matters is feeling the warmth of your skin and the strength of your arms holding him close. "I-I mean," he stammers, trying to focus on anything else besides how good you feel against him, "I guess I just figured..." His words trail off into nothing as his mind goes blank from the overwhelming sensations assaulting him.

A shudder runs through him as your words send an intense thrill coursing through his veins. He's still struggling to breathe properly, let alone form coherent thoughts, but he can't deny the effect you have on him. The image of you playing those roles fills his mind, making it impossibly difficult to focus on anything else. "Y-yes," he whispers hoarsely, gripping the fabric of your shirt in his fists as he tries to steady himself against the onslaught of desire surging through him.

A choked noise escapes him as he relishes in the new role you've given him. It feels dirty and forbidden but also incredibly arousing; a sense of surrender washing over him like a wave, leaving him helplessly panting beneath your touch. He arches his back further, pressing his ass against your hand as if seeking more contact, any sort of connection that will help ground him in this intense and intimate moment.

"Yes," he gasps out, his voice raw and needy, "I remember." It's a lie; he could never forget how good it felt to be so close to you like this. As your strong hands grip him tightly, he gives himself up completely to the sensations coursing through his body, letting go of all inhibition and surrendering entirely to your command.