A Comforting Femboy
OctiWriter EN
A Comforting Femboy
By OctiWriter
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Copyright © 2025 OctiWriter EN
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Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Note to Readers: This story is highly erotic.
First Edition
Published in 2025.
A Comforting Femboy
‘That's it,’ said Maddy – the girl I loved more than anyone in the world. ‘We're done. I'm breaking up with you.’
‘Maddy—’ I started, only for her to cut me off with a tone so sharp it practically slit my throat.
‘No. That's it. I'm fucking done with you. I don't need a sick, alcoholic, dysfunctional bastard like you in my life anymore,’ she spat, turning towards the door.
I wanted to grab her hand. To tell her to stay. To say I loved her. That I'd change. That I'd try harder, just for her.
But the thing is... one of those things would have been a lie.
I won't change. Not when my life’s a miserable pile of shit and alcohol is the only mate I’ve got left. Well, that, and her — but not anymore.
Except... for Kai.
He’s the only one who’s never made me feel worse for my shitty drinking habits.
Bottle in hand, I stumbled back to the battered old sofa in my pathetic little studio flat, planting my arse down with a grunt. I reached for my phone, resting abandoned on the coffee table.
Unlocked it — which would’ve been a challenge if I were proper drunk, which, to be fair, I wasn’t. Tipsy, maybe. Not legless. Yet.
Scrolled through my contacts. Not that there were many. My parents, who said they couldn’t stand the stink of liquor on my breath and hadn't seen me in over a year. A few shitty colleagues I couldn’t stand to be around. And Kai.
Kai’s... well, how to put it... a bit gay.
Not as an insult, obviously. It's just obvious. Stereotypically so. From the way he wears those jean shorts that cling to his arse, to the soft, almost girlish lilt to his voice. I'd call him cute if I were into blokes. Which I'm not. Just because I can recognise someone’s cute doesn’t mean I fancy them.
We’ve never talked about it — his sexuality, I mean — probably because it’s not bloody important. Who he shags isn't any of my concern. Even if it’s glaringly obvious.
Anyway, I tapped on his contact and hit the call button, lifting the phone to my ear.
Beep beep... then he picked up.
‘Ethan...?’ His voice was thick with sleep, low and warm.
‘Hey...’ I said, though I hadn’t the faintest clue how to ask him a favour after dragging him out of what was probably a decent kip.
‘Is... everything alright?’ he asked, and I pictured him rubbing his eyes, trying to shake off his beauty sleep.
‘Yeah...’ I lied. Brilliant. Now he'd definitely wonder why I was calling.
‘You don’t sound alright.’
‘Whatever could you mean by that?’ I muttered, taking a swig of bourbon. I hated asking for help. Hated needing someone. Needing anything.
‘You’re drinking again, aren’t you?’
Coming from anyone else, that would’ve sounded judgemental. From Kai, it was just a plain question. No weight behind it.
‘Maybe,’ I said — which, coming from me, meant yes.
I heard him sigh down the line. And fuck, that nearly broke me. Because for a moment, I wondered if he, too, was starting to get sick of my shit.
‘Ethan... what happened?’
My throat clenched, eyes stinging. I couldn’t even say it. Couldn’t get the words out, because if I did, it’d make it all real.
But I owed him an answer. I did.
‘She... she broke up with me, mate,’ I whispered, feeling a tear slide down my cheek. I wiped it away angrily and took another swig from the bottle. Numb it. Drown it. Whatever.
‘It’s over. Done. Nothing you can do about it now, Ethan.’
‘I’m coming over,’ Kai said firmly — then hung up before I could protest.
He knows me too well. Knows I hate asking for help. Knows exactly when I need someone, even when I pretend I don’t.
That’s why he’s my best mate.
That and... well, there’s a chance he’s got a bit of a crush on me. Not that we’ve ever talked about it. But I’ve seen how he acts. How he’s different with me. Softer.
Makes me feel a bit special, honestly. And like a complete twat for using that now. I know he’ll comfort me. Crush or no crush.
It’s not wrong, is it? Wanting comfort?
I mean, imagine having a crush on someone who’s straight as a bloody pole. Must be painful, honestly.
He’s probably a bit relieved about the breakup, though. If he really does fancy me. And I can’t blame him for that.
Even if nothing would ever happen between us. No matter how cute and adorable he is — I’ve fancied girls since the day I figured out what fancying meant.
My train of thought crashed and burned when I heard a knock at the door.
My heart jumped. Fuck — did I forget the rent? Was I about to be kicked out?
Then I remembered. Kai. I invited him.
I got up, nearly stumbling — but managed to stay upright, saving the precious bourbon in the process.
Not drunk. Just... a little unsteady. Tipsy.
I made my way to the door and opened it.
There he was — Kai. All big blue eyes, messy dirty-blonde curls, tiny waist tucked into tiny denim shorts and a slightly oversized white T-shirt. Tucked in, of course. Always had his own style.
He didn’t get out in the sun much, judging by his fair skin. But he looked good. Really good.
‘Hey, Ethan,’ he said, voice full of warmth, and something else... something aching and tender.
I stepped aside and let him in, closing the door behind him.
‘You’ve been drinking again,’ he said, voice quiet.
‘Yeah. Go on, tell me my breath stinks like she did. Go on. Might as well take her place,’ I snapped — instantly regretting it. Kai didn’t deserve that. Maddy did.
‘Sorry. I shouldn’t have...’ he sighed, running a hand through his hair, searching for the right words. ‘I’m sorry about Maddy,’ he said, turning away slightly.
‘What... happened?’ he asked, unsure if he should even be asking, if it was his place, even though he was my best friend.
Losing him would probably hurt more than losing Maddy, if I’m honest. At least he’s not bitching about my... alcohol problems.
I walked over to the couch, throwing myself onto it, grabbing the bottle.
‘Guess,’ I said, taking a long swing of bourbon, feeling it burn all the way down.
He followed, sitting next to me.
My eyes stayed locked on the ancient, fat TV in front of us — how it’s even working is beyond me. The picture’s absolute shit.
I felt him hesitate, then place his hand gently on my shoulder.
‘Hey... how are you feeling?’ he asked, a question I still don’t know how to answer, even now.
‘Shit. Like garbage. Like trash,’ I muttered.
I was always taught to hide my feelings. To man up. But it’s hard when there’s so bloody many of them, and when Kai’s voice... it’s just hitting the right nerve. Soft. Sweet. Dangerous.
‘I loved her, man,’ I said, rubbing the bridge of my nose. ‘I loved her so fucking much. I know I’ve got my flaws, but...’
I sniffed, words failing me. ‘She meant the world to me, dude.’
Another burning gulp of bourbon.
‘H-hey, maybe slow down a bit,’ he said — soft, but serious.
‘Why? My life’s falling apart. Why shouldn’t I...?’
Another swing.
‘At least try to drink my sorrows away?’
A tear slid down my cheek. I didn’t even bother to wipe it away.
But he did.
His hand brushed the tear off gently. With the other, he slowly reached for the bottle, wrapping his fingers around it.
‘How about you try and take a break from that, yeah?’ he offered.
‘Why?’ I asked, gripping the bottle tighter.
‘Because you’re going to have a hangover tomorrow.’
‘It won’t hurt nearly as much as my heartache. Both now and tomorrow. Probably even worse when it properly sinks in that she’s gone... for good,’ I said, my voice cracking. ‘Fuck, man...’
He sighed again.
‘Okay. I’m not gonna stop you from drinking. But...’
He got up, walked to the kitchen, and came back with a massive bottle of water.
‘Here,’ he said, placing it on the coffee table.
‘What am I supposed to do with that?’ I asked, frowning.
‘Drink it. While you’re drinking that damn liquor.’
‘Why?’ I squinted. ‘If you’re thinking I’m gonna puke, my alcohol tolerance—’
‘Not that,’ he cut me off. ‘Alcohol dehydrates you. That’s what gives you headaches and worse hangovers.’
He was right.
Now that he mentioned it, my mouth was dry as hell.
I cracked open the bottle and chugged. Fast. Too fast. Cold water flooding my burning throat. It felt good at first — refreshing — almost like it was cooling down the pain inside me.
‘I knew you needed it,’ he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice.
I went straight back to the bourbon.
Then... my stomach turned. Hard.
‘Fuck,’ I thought.
‘Whoa, Ethan, slow down—’ Kai said as I doubled over slightly.
Too late.
‘Mate, you’re gonna make yourself puke!’
He grabbed the bourbon bottle from me, firm this time.
‘Hey!’ I slurred, glaring like he’d stolen my favourite toy. ‘T-that’s n-not y-yours...’
‘No, but you are,’ he said. ‘You’re my friend. I’m not gonna let you ruin yourself more.’
‘What if I want to puke?’
‘Then go and do it.’
‘Y-yeah. I w-will.’
‘Ethan—’
But I was already making that face.
The uh oh face.
I shoved myself off the couch and bolted to the bathroom, stumbling. I heard Kai follow, but I couldn’t stop him — couldn’t even form words.
I barely got the door open before I collapsed in front of the toilet, puking violently.
Bourbon, beer, liqueur — everything came back up in ugly waves.
Kai knelt beside me, rubbing my back.
‘Fuck... Ethan, how much did you drink tonight?’
When I finally stopped heaving, I felt so weak. I nearly let my forehead drop against the grimy toilet seat, but Kai wouldn’t have it.
‘Come on, mate. Slowly,’ he said, sliding his arm under mine, lifting me gently up.
He flushed the toilet, then moved me in front of the sink.
He grabbed my toothbrush, smeared toothpaste on it, and held it up.
‘Here. Brush your teeth. You don’t want that taste sticking around.’
I tried to grab it, but my hand missed.
I was so bloody drunk.
Still drunk. And stupid enough to think chugging all that water would ‘fix’ it. It didn’t even sober me up — just made everything slosh around worse.
‘Here, let me,’ he said softly, placing the toothbrush carefully in my mouth, helping me brush.
I hated it. I hated needing help like this.
But fuck... it also felt good. Having someone like him care about a mess like me.
I’m so bloody jealous of him.
Kai’s so well put together... while I’m just collapsing in my own filth.
I opened my mouth slightly, letting him scrape my tongue clean of the bitter, disgusting taste of vomit, before I spat out the toothpaste.
The sharp minty smell was refreshing — even though the world kept spinning around me, and my stomach still churned like it wanted to heave again.
But I couldn’t.
I couldn’t let Kai see me like that again.
‘I’m worried sick about you, Ethan,’ he said, his voice heavy with guilt, like he hated even having to say it.
‘I want... sleep...’ I muttered, barely able to function anymore.
‘Okay. Let’s go,’ he said, wrapping an arm around me and guiding me towards my bedroom.
It’s not that I was so drunk I didn’t know where it was.
I just... savoured it.
Savoured him — caring. Doing it.
Holding me up, like I still mattered.
When we got there, I collapsed onto the bed, dead weight.
I felt him hesitate, then gently push my legs up onto the mattress before tugging at my trainers.
‘Uh...’ he muttered, clearly wondering what the hell he was supposed to do next.
‘I don’t feel comfortable in these clothes,’ I mumbled, grimacing. My hoodie felt heavy, sticky against my skin, clinging to the sweat and the stench of alcohol and vomit.
‘Okay. I’ll...’ he trailed off, walking over to the closet.
He rummaged for a moment before grabbing whatever he could find — a loose T-shirt and some old trackies — and came back.
‘Come here,’ he said, carefully sliding his arms around me, helping me sit up slightly.
He peeled the hoodie off over my head, slow and gentle, like I might break.
Every movement he made was cautious, making sure he didn’t jostle me too much, didn’t make my nausea worse.
The fresh T-shirt felt cool against my overheated skin.
The fabric smelled faintly of laundry detergent — clean, safe — and it was the first thing all night that didn’t make me want to gag.
I let out a shaky breath, slumping against him without meaning to.
He didn’t push me off.
He just held me there, steady.
‘Pants…’ I mumbled, shifting uncomfortably. My trousers felt way too tight for some weird reason.
‘Yeah, I know,’ he said, gently unbuckling my belt before unbuttoning and sliding them off.
My eyes were closed. I was slipping under, drifting further into that soft, blurred edge of sleep—but I still felt every moment of his… affection.
He pulled the trackies onto me, struggling a bit—maybe I was too heavy for his delicate hands. Still, he managed it somehow.
‘I’ll, uh… I’ll let you sleep, alright? I’ll leave you—’
‘Nooo… please, Kai… I don’t wanna be alone…’ I slurred, trying to frown with whatever drunk coordination I had left.
‘You… want me to stay?’ he asked, voice as sweet and hesitant as ever.
‘Cuddle,’ I blurted, far too fast, not even thinking. I’d never felt more pathetic or miserable in my life.
‘You… want to cuddle?’ he asked again, just as confused as I was.
I didn’t want to say yes. But I didn’t want him to leave either. I didn’t want to wake up alone and aching and empty. So I nodded, slowly, and hoped that was enough.
‘Okay,’ he said softly, kicking off his shoes and climbing into bed.
He didn’t spoon me, didn’t wrap around me awkwardly. Instead, he lay on top of me—his chest pressed gently to mine, arms folding over my sides. I shifted onto my back to make space, and he rested his cheek just above my heart.
His weight wasn’t heavy. If anything, it was more like a blanket.
I slid one hand up his back, settling it between his shoulder blades. My other arm curled around his waist, and he sighed, breath warm against my collarbone.
What the fuck was I doing with my life?
But it felt… nice. Comforting.
And most of all, I felt safe—with his head rising and falling with my breath, his fingers gripping softly at my shirt like he didn’t want to let go.
...
I woke up, groaning softly as I rubbed my temples. Bit of a headache—tight, but nowhere near as bad as some of my hangovers. Probably ‘cause I—
My eyes shot open.
Oh, bloody hell.
The weight on my chest wasn’t Maddy.
It was Kai.
His right leg was tucked neatly between mine, and right above that—fantastic—I had morning wood. Very bloody obvious in my grey trackies too.
Then again... didn’t seem like I was the only lad sporting one. Something hard was pressing into my thigh.
Well. That’s new.
Should I tease him later? If I do, I’ve gotta sneak out before he wakes—leave him to stew in the shame of his solo boner.
…Or maybe I shouldn’t. Might embarrass him.
Still, I started shifting, trying to lift his arm off my chest without waking him. But just as I moved—he yawned. Big stretch. Pressed his boner even harder into my leg.
‘Mornin’, sleepyhead,’ I mumbled, voice still thick with sleep.
‘Morning,’ he replied, clinging to me like I was his bloody pillow—until, all of a sudden, he shifted back a bit. Guess he realised what was poking me.
Don’t say it. Don’t say it. Don’t say it.
‘Looks like you’re not the only thing that’s up this morning,’ I smirked.
‘Shut up...’ he muttered, burying his face in my chest like a coward.
‘It’s alright... I get it—’
‘I’m not the only one, dumb-arse,’ he cut in.
Shit.
If I’d kept my gob shut, he probably wouldn’t have said anything either, and we could’ve both pretended this wasn’t happening.
‘Whatever do you mean by that?’ I asked, doing a piss-poor job of playing innocent.
‘You’ve got a boner too. So shut it.’
‘You shut it.’
‘Make me.’
‘Mate, I’ll shove my cock in your gob if you don’t.’
We used to joke like this all the time—before Maddy. She didn’t like it. Thought we were flirting. I... kinda missed it, to be honest.
Kai played along, as always. ‘Too small.’
‘How d’you know?’
‘I can see your bulge, dumb-arse.’
‘Yeah, which is—just to remind you—covered by clothes. So...’
‘So what?’
‘So you can’t tell how big it is just from that.’
My dick is not small, thank you very much. But him saying that? It hit a nerve.
He giggled, and I had to bite down every urge not to wrestle him and tickle the life out of him. ‘Well then... till I see it...’
‘No one’s stopping you. Go ahead.’
He paused.
‘Sometimes I can’t tell if you’re joking,’ he said, voice low.
‘I’m not,’ I said firmly. ‘And I’m sober too. Just so you know.’
‘I know that.’
There was a beat of silence, then slowly, his hand slid down from my chest, hovering lower... until it reached my bulge.
And he rubbed it.
I gasped.
What the fuck are we doing?
We shouldn’t—
But the sparks his touch sent down my spine made me want more.
‘I-I thought you were gonna... take it out. You know... see for yourself how big it is,’ I said, barely stringing the words together.
‘Right...’ he murmured, fingers moving to the waistband of my trackies.
With just his thumb and forefinger, he slid them—and my briefs—down, baring me to the cool air and his eyes.
My cheeks flushed red.
I’d never been this exposed in front of him.
And it only made me harder.
‘Mmm... yeah. It is pretty big,’ he murmured. ‘But I can’t quite see it properly from here. Mind if I...?’
He wrapped his hand around my cock, lifting it slightly to examine it. His fingers curled gently as he tilted it.
‘Yeah... you were right. I take it back. Sorry ’bout the earlier comment,’ he said, then added, ‘So... about shutting my mouth?’
‘Are you gonna keep talking?’ I asked, my voice low—me being half asleep only made it deeper.
‘Yes.’
‘Then that leaves me no choice but to...’ I muttered, grabbing him gently by the head, nudging him down. Not that I needed to—he moved on his own.
Before I knew it, I could feel his breath on my cock. He stuck his tongue out, licking the tip in slow, maddening circles.
‘This... isn’t the first time,’ I murmured, threading my fingers through his soft hair.
‘Nope,’ he said, before wrapping his lips around the tip. I guided him lower, feeling my cock slide into the heat of his mouth, down his throat.
He didn’t take it all—just halfway—then pulled back to spit on it. And fuck, when he went down again, he sucked like he knew exactly what he was doing. Better than Maddy ever did, anyway.
She was still on my mind. I hated that.
So I moved his head again, faster this time. Watched him, felt him, losing myself in it—his mouth, wet and warm, was sending sparks down my spine.
‘Fuck... I could get used to this. Waking up like this,’ I groaned.
‘Mhm,’ he hummed, as I started thrusting slowly, hips rolling, cock sliding in and out of his mouth.
‘Good boy... I know you’ve been wanting this since the day we met.’
Another hum—this time an eager one. Then he pulled back, licking his lips. ‘You know... if you’re open to it...’
‘Open to what?’ I asked, breathless, already missing the feel of him around me.
‘I’ve wanted more than to just suck your dick...’
‘What—you want us to actually fuck?’
My heart started pounding. This was my best mate.
‘Yeah.’
‘...Alright,’ I said, barely thinking. I shifted to the side, reaching under the bed for lube. ‘I... don’t have a condom, though.’
‘That’s alright,’ he said, sliding off his shorts and pants. Christ, that must’ve been uncomfortable to sleep in.
His cock sprang free—and fuck me, it was cute.
‘Shirt off too,’ I said, nodding.
His cheeks flushed. He glanced to the side. ‘I... I’m shy,’ he whispered, barely audible.
And I wanted to bite him for it.
So I did—I grabbed him, pulled him close, his head beside mine, and buried my face in his neck.
I bit, then sucked at his skin.
‘Oi, what the fuck are you doing?’ he laughed.
‘Biting...’ I muttered between kisses, ‘...and blaming you.’
‘For what?’
‘For being so damn cute,’ I growled, hands slipping down to grab his perfect arse.
‘Okay, okay,’ he laughed, pushing up a bit, his face inches from mine.
I could feel his breath on my lips. And without thinking—like everything else so far—I leaned up and closed the space between us.
His lips were soft. Too fucking soft. I bit them gently, heard him moan, and slid my tongue in, snogging him like I’d waited years.
I moaned too, especially when his hand found my cock again, stroking it like he couldn’t get enough.
And I couldn’t get enough of him—of his warmth, his taste, his laugh, his everything.
I’d been teasing my hole for ages, and unless I got what I needed soon, I’d fucking burst.
‘P-please, Kai...’ I gasped, pulling back just enough to speak.
‘Yeah? What is it?’ he panted.
‘I... Let me fuck you already. You’ve made me so fucking hard—this is torture.’
He smirked, chuckling. ‘Alright,’ he said, grabbing the lube from the bed. He got off me, squirting the bottle onto my cock. The coldness made me shiver — but that was fine. Things were about to get a whole lot hotter.
He stroked my cock, spreading the slick around, then added more to his hand and rubbed it over his hole. He looked... kind of nervous.
‘What?’ I asked, raising a brow. ‘Is this your first time?’
‘Wha—no. I mean, no, of course not. It’s just... you’re quite big.’
‘Hah!’ I grinned, referencing his earlier comment.
‘Shut up.’
‘I’ll go slow, I promise,’ I said gently, placing my thumb on his chin, grazing his lips. ‘You’re a great kisser, by the way.’
‘Really?’ His eyes widened, glowing with pride.
‘Yes.’
He moved over me then, straddling my hips. His hand wrapped around my cock, positioning it at his entrance. He rubbed the head over his hole, teasing us both.
‘Come on... don’t play,’ I groaned. ‘You know you want it.’
Finally, he gave in — not that either of us was playing hard to get. We were like animals in heat, desperate to fuck. I felt the tip push in, his body tightening around me, stretching as he whimpered.
‘Fuck...’ I swore under my breath, staying perfectly still. I didn’t want to hurt him — not this beautiful, trembling mess on top of me.
This was my first time with a guy too, and I knew it couldn’t be comfortable, not with something as thick and veiny as my cock sliding into him.
Still, despite the sharp pants escaping his lips, he didn’t stop. He kept pushing down, bit by bit. When I was halfway in, his whimpers deepened.
‘F-fuck... it’s so big, E-Ethan...’ he moaned, biting his lip.
‘Kiss me,’ I said, and he leaned down, crashing his lips into mine.
I moved my hips, slow and careful, sliding in deeper. He bit my bottom lip this time, slipping his tongue into my mouth as his walls clenched tight around me, sending shocks through my spine.
I stopped, giving him time to adjust — but then, he started moving. He sank down slowly, letting more of my cock in, his body trembling as I filled him. And soon, I was buried to the hilt.
We stayed like that. His breathing was ragged, his body shaking against mine.
‘You okay?’ I asked, pulling back from his lips, needing to breathe.
‘Y-yeah... just... give me a moment,’ he said, struggling to speak.
Then he started moving — up and down, slow at first. My hands gripped his arse, squeezing as I met his rhythm, thrusting up into him. His whimpers sent shivers down my spine as I lost myself in the feeling, in him.
We went right back to kissing, hungry and breathless, our bodies slick and tangled together. His tight hole clenched around my cock again, gripping me so snug it was bloody driving me mad.
We picked up the pace, hips colliding in a rhythm that felt almost desperate. He moaned into my mouth, whimpering like he couldn’t take any more—until suddenly, his noises shifted, turning from strained gasps to whimpers of pure pleasure.
‘T-there,’ he begged, voice trembling. His fingers clawed at my shoulders. ‘Right there—don’t stop... please...’
I gladly obeyed, drilling into that spot over and over again, watching him completely unravel above me.
My hand found his cock, and I wrapped my fingers around it, stroking him with steady, focused movements. I ran my thumb over his tip, smearing the slick precum around just to watch him twitch.
‘Y-you don’t have to—’ he started, out of breath, his words faltering.
‘But I want to,’ I murmured, before crashing my lips against his again, kissing him hard and deep.
I couldn’t hold it back any longer.
‘I-I’m going to—’ I choked out.
‘In me!’ he commanded, eyes burning with lust.
And with one final thrust, I felt my balls tighten, my cock twitching as I exploded inside him. Hot, thick spurts filled him as he let out a cry of ecstasy. He came too, spilling all over my T-shirt, his body shuddering as the last of his strength gave way.
He collapsed onto me, panting, his nose buried against my chest. I held him there, still catching my breath, slowly pulling out of him.
‘Fuck... Kai...’ I muttered, brushing my hand over his back.
‘Yeah...? Was this... was this a mistake?’ he mumbled, voice small and uncertain against my skin.
I tilted his chin up, making him look at me.
‘This was the best thing that’s ever happened in my life.’
His eyes widened, searching mine. ‘Really?’
‘Yes.’
There was a pause—long enough for him to bite his bottom lip, cheeks flushed.
‘So... do you wanna try... dating me now?’
I smiled, tucking a strand of damp hair behind his ear. ‘Yes.’
He didn’t say anything at first—just laid there on my chest, catching his breath. I could feel his heartbeat still racing against my ribs.
‘You alright?’ I murmured, running my fingers through his messy hair.
He nodded slowly. ‘I feel... wrecked.’
‘In a good way?’ I smirked.
‘Mmm... in the best way.’ He let out a little satisfied sigh. ‘You ruined me.’
‘Good. You’ll be walking funny tomorrow.’
He snorted against me. ‘You cocky bastard.’
‘Literally.’ I kissed the top of his head.
We lay there for a bit, tangled up in each other, letting the warmth between us settle. My T-shirt was a sticky mess, but I didn’t care. He looked up suddenly, his cheeks still flushed, eyes all soft and hazy.
‘Wait... does this mean I’m your boyfriend now?’
I grinned. ‘If you want to be.’
‘Well, I just took your cock like a champ, so yeah—I think I earned it.’
I laughed, pressing a kiss to his forehead. ‘You did.’
A few quiet beats passed. Then he wrinkled his nose. ‘You smell like sweat, sex, and regret.’
‘Oi!’ I shoved him lightly. ‘Don’t talk about your new boyfriend like that.’
‘Ugh, gross. I have a boyfriend now.’ He rolled off me with a groan and stretched. ‘What have I done?’
‘Ruined yourself for anyone else,’ I said, leaning on one elbow to look at him.
He smirked. ‘Confident, aren’t we?’
I stood, finally tugging off my ruined shirt. ‘I’m starving. Wanna go grab food?’
‘Like this?’ he asked, glancing down at himself—still flushed, legs wobbly, my cum probably still dripping from him.
‘Bit of a mess, but you look cute.’
‘I swear, if anyone looks at me funny, you’re buying me dessert.’
‘I’d buy you a whole bloody cake.’
He laughed, sitting up and reaching for his trousers. ‘Alright. But next time, I’m topping.’
I raised an eyebrow. ‘We’ll see about that.’
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