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You let the silence stretch, watching a bead of sweat trickle down the side of his neck, his fingers twitching where they rested on his thighs. He was so good at waiting, at holding himself in that perfect position, but you could tell he was growing antsy by the tug of his neck on the leash.

Finally, you motioned him forward.

He scrambled forward on his knees until he was nestled between your legs, his eyes, dark and wide with a mix of devotion and desperation, gazing up to yours, waiting for you to speak.

You held his gaze, your expression passive. Then, you slowly extended one leg, planting your foot flat on the floor beside him. “Since you wanted to come without my permission yesterday,” you heard him shudder at the reminder, “you can use Mommy’s leg to get yourself off.”

You let the words hang in the air for a moment, watching the shame and renewed want war in his eyes. “I’m not going to help you one bit.”

His lips parted. “Mommy, I— it wasn’t— I didn’t mean to—” The protest was weak and desperate as it fell from his lips.

“Shh.” His mouth snapped shut, and his eyes fell. The submissive drop of his head as he obeyed your orders sent a new ache through you. So pretty.

For a long moment, he didn’t move as he debated the idea in his head, though he didn’t really have a choice. With excruciating slowness, he positioned himself so your outstretched shin was slotted snugly between his legs.

The first press of his erection against your silky skin was a shock. He jerked his hips experimentally and the friction at his tip mixed with the humiliating act drew a sharp, shuddering inhale from him.

He did it again. And again, each movement growing less hesitant, more purposeful. The glide was smoother now, aided by his leaking cock. He picked up speed, his hips settling into a frantic humping against your calf. The room filled with the soft, wet sounds of his efforts, his ragged pants, and your quiet, degrading praise.

“There you go,” you murmured, your grip on the leash tightening just enough for him to feel it. “That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? To rub yourself off like a desperate slut.”

He whimpered as he chased the growing pressure in him. “Look at you. My eager puppy. So pathetic, getting off on my leg.” You moved your leg back slightly and he quickly chased it. “No self control. You’re just a leaky, horny boy who can’t think straight.”

“Mommy,” he gasped, his movements becoming jerky and uncoordinated. His forehead dropped to your knee, his body shaking as he neared his peak. “Please… ngh…wanna cum!”

You carded a hand through his hair and tugged him back up to look at you. His eyes were almost closed, cheeks red, mouth open and drooling stupidly at the stimulation. “Take what mommy is giving you.”

It was the permission he needed. A broken sob tore from his throat as his hips rutted uncontrollably against you as he came, stripe after stripe of white painting your leg in thick, pearlescent lines. His whole body trembled through the aftershocks as he collapsed back against your knee.

You let him ride it out, your hand petting his hair softly. When the last tremor subsided and he went still against you, you finally spoke.

“Clean it up.”

Still trembling, he lowered his head without hesitating. The first swipe of his tongue over your soiled skin was apologetic. Then he set to work in earnest, lapping up every last trace of his mess with a quiet, focused diligence to please you.

When he was finished, his own release now coating his tongue and lips, he looked up at you, eyes glassy and utterly spent, aching to hear those two words, his favorite words.

“Good boy,” you whispered, thumb brushing his lip. A tear escaped the corner of his eye, but he nuzzled into your touch, a soft, contented sigh escaping him as he rested his cheek on your now-clean leg, the leash lying slack between you.

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You don’t expect Intak to be the one you’d be sharing your assigned bed with. But there he is scrolling through his phone, splayed out on the bed with his arm tucked behind his head and shirt riding above his jeans exposing a sliver of tanned skin.

You stop short at the door, a set of borrowed pajamas clutched in your hands. “Oh.”

Intak blinks up from his phone and stares at you for a short moment. “Oh.” He sits up quickly, the motion ruffling up his dark, floppy hair. “Was this supposed to be your room?”

“No,” you say, then quickly shake your head. “No, I mean yes. Well, all the rooms are full so they told me I’d have to share but I didn’t know who was going to be here.”

“Ah!” Intak quickly scampers to the side of the bed to make room for you. “Fine with me, come here.”

This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve fallen asleep with him. Granted, usually it would be curled up on the couch whether it be because you were too tired to drag yourselves home after a late party or falling asleep from watching a movie. But you’re grateful it’s him you’re sharing with. He’s been your friend for years now so sharing a bed with him wouldn’t be as awkward as it would be with anyone else at this party.

“It’s kind of a small bed,” he says, looking at the empty space he left for you, which really wasn’t much. The bed’s smaller than a double. 

You just shrug, making your way into the room after locking the door shut behind you. “I don’t mind, really.” You say, dropping the tank top and shorts on the bed. “Do you?”

He quickly shakes his head with a dorky little smile. “Nah. Can we cuddle?”

The direct question gets a snort out of you. “Wow, you’re so single you’re fishing for cuddles from me?”

His lips turn down into an adorable little pout. “Low blow. It’s not like you’re any better than me.”

You scrunch your nose in distaste. “Well you didn’t have to bring it up, asshole.”

“You did it first!”

You groan. “Logic. Whatever,” you huff before reaching for the hem of the shirt you’re wearing.

You slip it off of your body and pick up the tank top you left on the bed. You see Intak quickly turn his head from the corner of your eye but you can’t really find it in yourself to care; he’s respectful enough that you know he won’t leer like a creep.

Though you can feel the weight of his attention on you as you change into the shorts. The clothes are a little small on you, exposing more of you than you’re used to, but they’ll do for the night.

When you look back at Intak, he’s got his head leaned back against the headboard with his eyes lasered on the ceiling. You also see the brushes of red on his cheeks and neck.

You laugh under your breath as you climb onto the bed, mirroring his position. The bed doesn’t allow any space between you; your shoulder presses right against his where you settle down in your spot.

“Don’t tell me that got you all bothered.” You can’t help but tease him; you’re always looking to get a reaction out of him. He makes it too easy sometimes.

He turns to you with a glare that has all the intimidation factor of a baby duck. “Hey, it’s been a long time, alright?” He states defensively. “And you know what you look like.”

Your lips pull into a wide grin at that and you see it clearly on his face when he immediately realizes his mistake. “Oh?” You ask, leaning into him. “What do I look like?”

He groans dramatically. “No, don’t do this again!” He cries, quickly shuffling down the bed and burying himself under the blanket.

You cackle, your hand finding his head over the blanket and patting it affectionately. “You’re just too easy, Taki.”

It’s a little cruel to consistently bring up that minuscule crush he had on you in freshman year back when you were dating that good-for-nothing brick-chewer (Intak’s words). But that was years ago and he’s far gotten over it and you know that by now. You just can’t help but to bring it up and hold it over his head, though. His reactions are always too cute.

When Intak still doesn’t come back out, you grab his head over the blanket with your hand and shake it. “I’m just messing with you. I’m aware of what I look like, I don’t blame you.”

He peeks out from under the blanket, letting just his glaring eyes be visible to you. “Don’t get a big head about it.”

“Nah.”

He rolls his eyes while you shuffle down to join him under the blankets.

But your mind has latched onto that tidbit of information and you can’t help but let your curiosity take reign. “So how long has it actually been?”

He blinks and pulls the blanket down to his shoulders. “What?”

“Sex.”

His brows raise at the blunt ask, the light blush returning to his cheeks. He worries his lip between his teeth as he looks up at the ceiling in thought. “…Seven months?”

You let out a low whistle. “Worse than me then.” He raises his brow at you questioningly and you answer his silent question with a, “Six.”

His nose scrunches. “Yikes.”

You both spend a moment in silent, mournful understanding.

“Are you going to sleep in your jeans?”

It takes a second for him to process, and when it does, he looks almost scandalized. “You don’t mind if I’m in my boxers?”

“No, it’s fine.”

He stares at you for a moment longer, considering, before you feel him shuffling around under the blanket. He works himself out of his jeans then drops them on the floor beside the bed. 

You raise a brow at him. “You’re not even gonna fold it?”

He answers you with a pout. “You sound like Jiung.”

You groan, rolling onto your side to face away from him. “Don’t compare me to him. I’m no nagger like he is.”

You hear him giggle behind you and ruffle around as he settles in properly. You can feel the heat of him against your back, close enough to know but not enough to feel it. You don’t really think twice before you shift back and press your back into his side, seeking out the warmth. “You’re warm,” you mumble.

You feel him tense against you and you’re about to pull away, but then he’s turning over and slinging his arm around your waist, pulling you further into him. He’s turned so you’re against his chest now. “You’re warmer,” he says into the back of your head. “Like a portable furnace.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“And yet you’re still around.”

You laugh and let your hand cover his cold and shaky one, before you let the heaviness of your eyes pull them shut. It silences after that and you’re lulled towards sleep by his steady breaths. 

You’re about to drift off until you feel Intak start shifting behind you. He settles after a few seconds. But then he starts to shuffle about again. Stops. And then again, and you feel the warmth of his body detach from your back.

“Intak?” Your voice sounds drowsy even to yourself.

He freezes up behind you, his arm tense around you. “Sorry,” he says, and you’re not sure if you’re too tired but his voice sounds strained. “I thought you were asleep.”

“Something wrong?”

“No, nothing,” he says, too quickly.

You take it as it is, too tired to care, and shuffle yourself back into him again. But your eyes snap wide open when your hips press against his and you can feel his predicament against you. 

He makes a choked noise at the contact, a sound that goes straight to your gut without your permission.

“Oh,” you say.

And then he’s quickly pulling away from you, scrambling out apologies. “Shit, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he says in a panic but you’re quick to turn around and grab his arm before he could accidentally shove himself off the bed.

“Hey,” you say, yanking him back towards you. “It’s fine.”

He’s on his back with his eyes squeezed shut, lips parted as he takes deep breaths to try to ease himself down. “S-Sorry,” he says again. “Just give me a second, I’ll be good in a minute.”

He’s got the blanket clutched over his lap in a knuckle-white grip. You can’t help but giggle.

His eyes snap open to you, looking disjointed and offended. “Are you laughing at me?”

“No,” you say, a crooked grin on your lips. “You’re just cute.”

He groans, curling in on himself, pushing his knees up to his chest. “Nothing about this is cute! It’s embarrassing.”

“It’s not embarrassing,” you state as you pat his arm, the skin of his bicep warm against your palm.

Even that small touch gets a full body twitch out of him and you’re left taken aback by just how sensitive he is. He must be really pent up if all it takes is a little cuddle to set him off and a little bit of touch to get any reaction out of him.

But you’re no better. Because the sight of him like this, on his back left panting and flushed because he’s merely in your presence and from minimal contact with you? It fills you with a strange sense of thrill, one that feeds your insatiable curiosity and makes the tips of your fingers itch.

“Hey,” you say. His eyes on you again, big and round with shame and a heat that he’s visibly resisting, has you talking before you can think. “Let me help you.”

You can practically see his brain stutter behind his eyes as he blinks rapidly to process. “What?”

“Let me help,” you repeat. “You’re clearly struggling. Maybe—” You pause to actually think this time before you continue. “Maybe we can help each other out? I mean, we’re both struggling.” The words hang unanswered in the air as he continues to stare at you. “Actually, you don’t have to decide anything just yet but… Let me do this for you first?” You push yourself forward, let your hand slide down his arm to grasp the edge of the blanket he has clutched in his hand. 

You think maybe he’s about to reject it when he still doesn’t respond, but then he lets that heat in his eyes pool in black desire along with a pleading eagerness that has the itch in your fingertips prickle stronger. “Yeah,” he breathes, moving his hand off of the blanket and uncurling himself, giving you way. “Please…”

You have to take a breath to settle the way your heart leaps at the polite plea. You give him a reassuring smile before you grab the blanket and slowly pull it aside.

The audible gasp that leaves your lips would surely get a laugh out of Intak if he wasn’t so muddled out by his growing arousal. But you can’t even bring yourself to care, because holy shit is he big, even through just the imprint of his dark boxers.

“Jesus, Intak,” you mutter, your hand moving towards him. You don’t touch him just yet, a little intimidated, but you let your fingers brush teasingly against the waistband of his boxers. “You've been hiding all this away from me?” You try to tease but your throat closes around the words.

He whines, whines, as his hips twitch under your feathery touch. “Please don’t tease me,” he begs, keeping those round eyes on you. Eyes that have your resolve cracking quickly. You figure tonight’s not the time to draw things out. Next time, you tell yourself, and you’re shocked to find yourself praying there is a next time.

You've never seen your friend in this state before but it’s scary how quickly you’re getting addicted to the sight of him. The thought reminds you just how horny you’ve been these past few months with no helping hand.

“I got you, baby,” you coo softly, then let your hand travel down to grasp him, getting a choked gasp out of Intak. 

He’s thick and hot to the touch even through the fabric, and you can feel him twitch under your ministrations as you start to languidly palm at him.

Your eyes are fixed solely on his face that twitches and strains with pleasure. His teeth dig into the plush of his lower lip, his hands clutching the sheets at his sides, his eyes squeezing shut under the pleasure of your warm hand. He’s already squirming, his hips rolling up to press against your hand.

“Feel good?” You ask him, your voice already a little breathless.

He doesn’t speak, just nods eagerly as he blinks his eyes open and looks at you again. “More?” He asks you in a small voice, with a pointed grind against your palm. “Please?”

You smile at him despite the way he sends your head spinning with how submissive he’s being. You didn’t expect him to be this pliant in bed, but either you were severely wrong about him or he’s just severely horny.

Either way, you give into him. “Since you asked so nicely,” you say in a playful tone. He’s even more fun to tease like this.

You pull his boxers down to his thighs enough to expose him and the sight of him, long and red at the tip and leaking, has you clamping your thighs together.

You quickly wrap your hand around his tip, collecting the arousal before working your fist down to spread it. The moan Intak lets out at the first stroke is guttural, straight from the base of his ribs. “Fuck,” he whispers, his eyes fluttering closed as you start at a slow pace, fist tight around him. “Yes,” he gasps, his hips bucking up in mindless little rocks. “J-Just like that… Please…”

You can feel yourself throbbing with arousal at the sight, the sound, the feel of him as you stroke him at a steady pace, squeezing around his tip with every upstroke. 

It’s not long before the pulsing between your hips gets unbearable as you watch him come undone with just your hand. You slide your free hand between your thighs, over the thin shorts, to press against your aching heat for some relief. It subsides just a little but it’s really not enough.

You catch Intak’s eyes zero in on the hand you have between your legs and you almost don’t hear him through the growing fog in your head.

“What?” You ask when you see his lips moving but don’t hear the words, your pace on his cock faltering. 

His hand releases the sheets and reaches to brush against your wrist. “Let me,” he says again. His voice, rough with arousal, has another wave of heat pulsing through your core. The words have no better effect on you.

You find yourself nodding before you realize, your own hand falling aside to give him way as you shuffle closer. 

He’s not as patient as you are. His hand is quick to pull your shorts down your hips, grumbling something about these fucking shorts before he’s shoving two fingers under the thin cotton of your panties and drawing tight, quick circles over your clit.

You gasp as the onslaught of hot pleasure bursting through your core at his frantic place. “Fuck, Intak,” you grunt before you pick up the pace on his cock to keep up.

He slides his fingers down to gather the arousal that pools at your entrance before he returns to circle your clit with it. But he seems to get a little distracted, reroutes to slide his fingers down to dip around in your folds just around your entrance after a few quick circles around your clit. He does this a few times, prods at your hole before returning to our swollen bud, a routine that has your hips squirming under his touch and your breaths stuttering. Eventually he slides down and settles to circle around your entrance before his middle finger slides into you in one smooth push. 

“Shit!” You hiss, your walls clamping down on him. His finger is longer than your own and reaches depths of yourself you’ve been struggling to explore on your own.

He glances up at your face, sees the clouded lust there, before he starts to work the finger in and out at a steady pace. It’s not long before he’s working two fingers, then three fingers pumping into your cunt at a rapid pace to match the one you have on him. 

You try to keep your focus on working his cock in your hand but the way his thick fingers crook inside of you and strokes your gummy walls has you panting and craving for more. 

Your eyes are on him in your hand, leaking profusely and throbbing under your palm. Your walls squeeze around his fingers when the thought of having that inside of you flits through your mind. But the lines to all of this are starting to get blurry and you’re still wading through unknown waters.

But you need something.

So you pull your hand off of him and push at his hand inside of you. Intak retreats with a confused look as you pull off your shorts then get on your knees.

“Let me just—“ You can’t even get yourself to explain so you move to straddle his waist and push your panties aside to expose your cunt, letting yourself hover just over where his thick length lays on his stomach. You catch his wide eyes with your own pleading ones. “I won’t put it in. Can I just—“

You don’t get to finish before he has his hands on your hips and he pulls you down, your cunt landing flush on his cock.

You both moan in tandem at the contact. He’s hot and pulsing and solid between your folds, your arousal coating over him as you move yourself to slide up. The slow drag has a tremble roll through Intak’s body, his hands tightening on your hips.

“Keep going,” he says, nearly demanding as he looks up at you, eyes half lidded and glazed over with lust.

You comply and start at a slow pace, dragging yourself up and down on his cock, your slick coating the way. You let your clit catch against his tip with each drag, and it has both of you twitching and whining each time.

Your eyes stay firmly on his face, on his eyes that are on you but not present. They flutter, threaten to roll back with each slide of your warmth over his cock. 

His hands start to move you at some point, picking up the pace as he gets impatient and gets pushed closer and closer to the edge.

“M’not gonna last,” he says through his breathy moans, frantic as his hips buck up against yours.

You can feel the coil in your gut starting to tighten too. “Me neither,” you mutter through grit teeth as you let him move your body for you, chasing the pleasure for both of you.

When he suddenly stops, you’re met with his dark eyes on the sight of himself prodding between your gushing folds. “Wha—” You yelp when you’re suddenly lifted off. Then you’re on your back and Intak is on top of you, hands gripping your thighs apart as he slots his cock back between your folds as he starts to thrust frantically, as if he were fucking you. 

The look on his face is tight with desire and desperate as he stares down at you, eyes bearing down with clouded heat. His hips start to stutter, grunts tumbling from his lips. The tip of his cock catches against your entrance and the pressure there has your body jerking. Intak drops his head on your shoulder with a shuddering gasp as he lets himself linger there at your entrance for a moment. You think he’s about to push in and finally sate that ache growing in your core to be stretched and split open on his cock. But then he’s pulling back and letting himself resume just grinding himself between your folds.

The disappointment is almost overbearing but it quickly subsides with the stimulation on your clit driving your attention back to your impending climax.

You hear Intak whisper your name against your ear followed by a whimper. “Please,” he says before you feel his tip slide down from your clit and prod against your entrance again, purposefully this time.

Your hands grab onto his arms braced on either side of you, your core pulsing with the pressure of him right against your throbbing entrance. “Intak…” You want it, so badly, but you’re just not sure if it’s pushing things too far.

“Please, just—“ He drags himself back up and rubs over your clit, making you whine. “Just for a bit,” he pleads, then slides back down to your hole and pushes, just barely breaching inside, but the pressure is enough for your body to go taut with arousal and your mind go momentarily blank. 

“Fuck,” you hiss, your walls clenching, practically begging to drag him inside. “Fuck, do it, Intak, just—“

You’re cut off with a gasp as he starts to push in. He stops when he’s got in just the tip and you’re about to push him all the way in yourself but then his body crumples on top of you with jerky movements as he lets out a strangled moan. You feel spurts of hot liquid shoot down your walls, pooling inside you and filling you with warmth.

His head lands on your shoulder with another strained moan as he pulses through his orgasm and you’re about to pull away but then he’s pushing all the way inside of you in a thrust so hard it has you bucking up the bed.

“Intak!” You cry in shock, your hands clawing into his back. It feels like he’s tearing you apart from the inside, a pain so sharp that it embers into pleasure.

He doesn’t respond, instead just starts fucking you at a pace that scrambles your insides and your head, still hard and throbbing inside of you despite just having come. He fucks his cum back into you, his fingers digging into your thighs to hold your legs down in a mating press.

He lifts his head from your shoulder and presses it against yours, eyes teary and so far gone as he looks down at you. “Can’t stop,” he says through whiny pants. “Don’t— don’t want to stop.” He looks overwhelmed and overstimulated, his entire body twitching with every thrust inside of you and trembling, yet he still pushes forward, still fucks into you despite the pain.

You don’t have the strength to respond through words, every sense knocked out of your head with each hard thrust. He stops, pulls out some, adjusts his angle, then starts fucking in again at an angle that has his tip abusing that gummy spot inside of you with a terrifying accuracy and has you barreling towards your orgasm. 

You open your mouth to warn him but he shoves himself all the way in, deep enough that you feel him kiss your cervix, with a thrust so hard it has your orgasm ripping right out of you with a scream of his name.

You spasm and pulse around him as you come, creating a mess around his cock and over your thighs.

And yet, Intak still doesn’t stop. He pulls back and starts pounding into you again, tears catching onto his lashes as whimpers and gasps about how he’s still so hard, how you feel so good, how he just can’t stop, just needs a little bit longer, begs you to let him cum inside you again as he fucks into you with a vigour that has your soul practically lifting out of your body, asks you please like a broken record right up until he cums inside of you for a second time, just as intense as the first, and has you gushing around him once again with an orgasm that pulses through you unannounced.

All at once you both crumble and it’s like all motion ceases except your heavy breaths weaving into the thick air.

You’re not sure how long you lay there for with Intak splayed on top of you, still buried inside of you, the mess of you both trickling out and spreading down your thighs. You stare up at the ceiling as you slowly piece yourself back together from being fucked to tatters by your friend.

“Fuck,” you mutter as the realization of what’s just happened settle into the logical part of your brain.

Intak makes an acknowledging hum into your shoulder, still too liquid, still too gone to speak.

“Should’ve just come to you a while ago,” you wonder aloud.

He bristles at that and lifts himself up, the movements shifting him inside of you and leaving you shuddering from sensitivity. He winces as he slowly slides out of you, then drops himself beside you.

“You’re not mad?”

“I will be if we don’t get to do that again,” you answer simply. 

There’s a playful grin playing on his lips as he rolls his head to peer at you, dark eyes twinkling. “That can be arranged.”

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