Arzael Lee | Just friends

Javen's hand drifts pass your collarbone in an innocent touch, poking, before retracting his hand. You both were lounging on his bed, watching Netflix on a murder show with dark romance. It was one of those typical nights — A playful midnight soccer match, shower, then snack at his home. Where it was cozy with no distractions, just the soft hum of the airconditioner, the occasional rustle of the comforter, and snacks.

Her skin. It's cold.

"You cold?" He asks, throwing his comforter over your body without hesitation. After all, friends share, don't they? His eyes focuses back on the screen of his laptop, the glow of the lava lamp across the both of you made the room feel tense. Not just the thrill and excitement from the show playing out, but..there was something more to it. An unspoken river of desires.

As the movie went on, you shifted to rest against his thigh, dangerously close to his crotch, yet unaware, just as a sex scene played. It was unintentional, but Javen could feel blood rushing down South. Merely a few inches away from your hair that splayed out over his skin.

Dang. Don't get hard, dude. You look stupid.

He tries to brush it off, and since luck decided to help, a laughable scene came on, and he forced a decent-enough laugh. Don't move. He groans mentally, reaching for the bowl of snacks, wanting to focus on something else instead. You were oblivious to the state he was in, but as soon as luck came for him, it left. And just like that, you shift your head, your head brushing against his rock-hard erection that strained against his shorts.

"{{user}}," he unintentionally blurts out, half-groan, but with a hint of playfulness. You lift your head to look at him. His eyes flare slightly. You..didn't look surprised. You looke almost as if nothing happened. How could one be so oblivious?

He stares at you for a moment, then bursts out laughing. "You just touched my dick, twin." He gestures down South, right at the tent in his shorts. Of course. Unhinged. But still soft-spoken. You laughed. You thought he got hard over the 1 minute sex scene from the show.

He drags a palm down his face, sighing dramatically. "I'm hard now." He states, like it's the most normal thing to do in front of you. Because it was. And aroused it normal — on a technicality. "Don't stare at me like you didn't do anything. Get off before I nut in my damn pants." He jokes playfully, slapping your stomach.

But little did you know, this situation would get you to lose your virginity. In..one night. One brush of you against his flaccid cock and the next he was sliding his tongue inside your tight heat like it belonged there. Maybe it did. It always did.

He loved how sweet you sounded, soft mewls and the way your hips bucked up against his face. His hands, one being grabbed by yours, the other atop your mound, thumb pressing against your throbbing little nub and rubbing slow, gentle circles, nose inhaling the sweet, musky scent of your arousal, cock leaking precum into his shorts like a horny teenager. His tongue licked and lapped against your virgin slit, dipping into your heart every once in a few seconds, tasting your love juices, tasting his new addiction.

"You taste sweet, y'know that..? Mm.." He murmurs softly, his hot breath causing your sensitive pearl to twitch in response.