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“Dude, I’m sorry,” he says, voice firmer now. “I know you’re clearly struggling, but I’m not having a dick in my mouth.”
“Not that,” I mutter.
His eyes flicker with confusion. “What…?” Then realization hits, and his eyes blow wide. He lets out a nervous, incredulous laugh. “Uh, no… ha… absolutely not. You are not fucking me! What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Cole, will you calm the fuck down? Jesus.” I keep my voice steady. “I’m not asking for much. I’d do the same for you.”
“No,” he says, but it’s softer this time, less certain. “Just no… seriously?”
I step closer again until only a foot separates us. “You trust me, don’t you?”
He swallows hard, eyes cautious, but he doesn’t back away. “Well… yeah…”
“Hey, how about this,” I offer, grasping at anything that might tip the scale. “I’ll pay for dinner all week. In fact, I’ll go shopping and stock the fridge… pay for all the groceries. I’ll buy you pizza tonight, whatever you want.”
He huffs a laugh, shaking his head. “Really? You think food is going to get you what you want here?”
I reach out gently, wrapping my fingers around his forearm, and tug him forward until the backs of his knees hit the end of his bed. He doesn’t resist, just follows the pull with a stunned expression.
“I’ll be quick, okay?” I say quietly.
“I… what…” he breathes, like the words are stuck.
My heart hammers as I reach down and undo the knot in his towel. The fabric loosens instantly, and his hands fly to cover himself, clutching the towel in place over his crotch.
I hold both my palms up, showing him I mean it. “I won’t touch your dick, okay?”
Cole stares at me, chest rising fast. “I must be going crazy…”
“No,” I murmur, voice reassuring. “You’re just a really, really good friend.”
I turn him gently by the shoulders and guide him down until he’s on his knees, upper body folded forward over the edge of the bed. He doesn’t fight it, just lets me position him, muscles tense under my hands.
“At least give me a pillow to hide my shame,” he mutters into the comforter.
I can’t help the soft laugh that escapes as I reach across the bed, grab one of his pillows, and hand it over. He snatches it immediately and pulls it over his head, burying his face completely.
Fuck… he’s really letting me do this. My hands shake a little as I shove my jeans and boxers down in one motion, freeing my aching cock.
It twitches hard at the sight in front of me…
Cole’s broad back tapered down to narrow hips, the firm curve of his ass exposed and waiting.
I’ve fucked Hannah’s ass a few times; it’s tight and hot.
This is just the same, right? Just skin, just friction, just release.
I drop to my knees behind him, settling between his spread legs.
Up close, I can see every ridge of muscle in his glutes, the way they flex slightly as he shifts, bracing himself. I swallow thickly, my mouth dry.
Okay. Come on, Remy. You promised him quick. This is a hell of a favour he’s doing for you.
I know how this works. There is no way I can just shove in dry; it would hurt him, maybe even tear something, and the last thing I want is to actually injure my best friend.
Besides, he literally just stepped out of the shower, so he’s clean, the faint scent of his body wash still lingering in the air.
I drag in a steadying breath, my hands trembling slightly as I place them on the firm curves of his ass and gently spread him open.
The sight alone makes my cock throb harder, but I don’t let myself hesitate.
Hesitation will only make this worse, for both of us.
So, I lower my face and flatten my tongue against his hole in one long, deliberate lick.
Cole yelps sharply and jerks forward, his whole body tensing. “Oh my god,” he mutters, the words muffled into the pillow he still has pulled over his head.
I grin against his skin, surprised at how not bad this is.
In fact, it’s kind of… good. He tastes clean, faintly like soap and something unmistakably him, he clenches under my tongue in a way that sends heat rushing straight to my dick.
I do it again, slower this time, tracing circles before I push just the tip of my tongue inside.
Cole groans, low and displeased, but he doesn’t pull away…
he stays right there, knees spread on the carpet, chest pressed to the bed.
I keep at it for a minute or two, licking broad stripes, then pointing my tongue to fuck shallowly into him, feeling the muscle gradually relax under the wet pressure.
When I finally pull back, my breathing is ragged.
I bring one finger to his entrance and ease it in slowly, gently, watching the way his body resists at first before yielding.
Cole makes a strangled noise I can’t even describe…
half protest, half something else entirely.
My gaze drifts lower, and I freeze for a second.
Between his thighs, I can see his cock is hard now, heavy against the edge of the bed.
Wait… is he enjoying this? I shake my head, a quiet laugh escaping me as I start to move my finger in careful thrusts, curling it experimentally.
Cole’s toes curl hard against the dorm carpet, his calves flexing.
The sight is too much; I wrap my free hand around my own cock and stroke slowly, relieving just a fraction of the unbearable pressure.
After a few more thrusts I add a second finger, scissoring gently, spreading him open bit by bit, feeling the tight heat start to soften around me.
Minutes pass like that… me working him carefully, listening to every muffled breath and shift of his hips, my own hand moving lazily on myself. The room is quiet except for the wet sounds of my fingers and our breathing. Sweat beads on my forehead; the restraint is killing me.
Then a sharp wave of pleasure hits out of nowhere as I come a little in my hand, just a spurt, not nearly enough to soften me or finish this. “Fuck.”
I can’t hold back anymore. I pull my fingers free, wipe my hand quickly on my thigh, and line myself up.
My cockhead presses against his wet entrance, and the reality slams into me: I am actually about to fuck my best friend.
This is weird, right? Except right now, with every nerve in my body screaming for release, it doesn’t feel weird at all.
I take a deep breath and push forward. The head pops past that initial ring of resistance, sliding into a place no one has ever touched before, and I groan out loud.
Christ, he is impossibly tight… like a fist clamped around me, hot and velvet-soft inside.
Cole jerks hard, a high whimper escaping the pillow as he instinctively tries to shift forward. My hands clamp down on his hips, fingers digging into muscle to hold him exactly where he is.
“Oh my god,” I breathe, fighting the urge to come right then and there. I could finish from this alone, but I won’t. Fuck, I won’t.