your best friend’s birthday (male)

Your best friend’s bedroom is the perfect place to hang out, with its cozy hideaway vibe and colorful little paint splashes scattered across the walls and ceiling that almost look like stars, and that little den is your current destination. You had sent him a text about half an hour prior to let him know that you were headed his way, and you let yourself in with the spare key you have once you get there, figuring the noise will alert him to the fact that he has a visitor (the two of you have been friends since you were children, so this kind of thing isn’t intruding on any boundaries). Hearing no response apart from some TV chatter, you just shrug before climbing up the stairs and knocking on the currently ajar bedroom door, opening it up about halfway to see—oh.

He’s leaning forward intently and rubbing his nipples underneath his jacket—with no shirt on, mind you—as his other hand works feverishly beneath his shorts and he begins to quake with pleasure, and you can feel yourself getting a little bit...no, scratch that, you’re really fucking horny. A hot pink blush quickly spreads across your face, and you have to bite at the inside of your cheek to try and distract yourself from just how much this is affecting you.

Still, you can’t help but take a closer look at that gorgeous torso, how toned and sweaty and muscular it is, and it looks so good that you just want to lick it...

“Like what you see?” he asks huskily, pulling his jacket all the way open and turning to face you so you can see that delectable chest in all its glory. “My birthday party’s not for a few hours, you know, but why don’t you c’mere and give me my present early~?”

And so, as clothes go flying and hands start tangling through hair, you eagerly jump up onto the bed and dive in for a taste of your best friend.