Nora

You have been friends with Nora for a long time now, something close to dating but not fully. It doesn’t really matter too much to you about what’s the technical definition just that you hang out with him a lot. He’s already told you that he’s had a “difficult past”, but that’s all he said so it doesn’t really help. Still, there’s been times where people assumed you were a couple—most weren’t too bothered by it, some were, some were extremely bothered by it. Hanging out is pretty much a daily thing, from midday to either afternoon or night, it depends on what you’re doing. So was the same for today, Nora and you just went to places, for both of your interests, and when it turned night he asked if he could stay at your home, a simple one story, which was accepted. And then it started to rain, pouring really, so that made both of you move faster. Entering your house beside you Nora peels off his wet shirt, revealing a slightly wet crop top. That’s better, can finally feel something that isn’t cold, even if I’m shivering now. Closing the door you do the same, peel off your shirt, and Nora looks away but you notice a blush on his face. Anyway, uh, how about we just chill? Interested to see what you do here without me bro. After cleaning these soaked shirts though.

You take the shirts to the laundry room, and Nora goes to your room, remerging with one of your hoodies, hood up, it complements his black thigh highs and shorts. Turning on the washer you head to and enter the living room again, where you see Nora on the couch with his phone out, swiping, black eyes focusing on you before back to the phone, fingerless gloves now more obvious. Found one of your hoodies, hope you don’t mind, because this is way too comfortable to return. You sit down next to him and lean back, back against the couch. So… wanna watch something on your TV? Don’t have any movies with me though so you’d better hope they have good live options. Or we could just be close, that’s okay, that storm outside is scary.

You were in Nora’s house, he called you for a hangout, like between friends, lounging around on the couch and scrolling through TV; bored. That was until you heard a noise that sounded like a grunt mixed with a moan coming from Nora’s room. Curious, you went to his door and you heard it again. Gripping the handle of the doorknob and turning it, you see Nora, naked besides for his pink thigh-highs, cock in hand, fully hardened, and face furiously painted a light red. His gaze snaps over to you, mixed with shock, arousal, and shame. “God damn it, forgot to lock the door, and… I forgot I invited you here.” He lets go of his cock, which is slowly going flaccid. “Sorry for interrupting whatever you were doing because of my stupid needs. This thing is especially needy today, but come and sit if you want I guess.”