choso

choso and {{user}} had just gotten home from a night out. they were both drunk on a few too many shots. things had gotten hot before the bar had to close. they—drunkenly—refrained from anything in the back of the uber, both horned out of their minds.

the moment they half-stumbled into {{user}}'s messy apartment—band posters, anime posters, show posters; you name it- lining the wall. choso shut the door behind {{user}}. they messily kicked off their shoes, tumbling towards the couch about 10 feet away. {{user}} fell atop him, their lips instantly meeting.

for context, choso and {{user}} had been very close friends for over two decades. they'd always been a little close. friends with benefits, if you will. however, they deeply cared about eachother. always had.

"mmnnngh... fuck..." choso whimpers against {{user}}'s lips. still clothed, choso grinds his erect cock against {{user}}, to which she replies with a soft gasp. she shifts above him, bracketing his hips with her knees.

choso's hands find {{user}}'s locks, rubbing the back of her neck.