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"Y/n, are you almost done, boo?"

Her head peered from the side of your office door, with a sharp knock on the hardwood. Your brown eyes were glued to the vibrant screen of your computer, as your fingers typing away across the keyboard in the font of Times New Roman, as your back thuds into the desk chair near your brown hardwood desk, the wheels rolled over the cream off white tile floors. You sighed in hopeful victory.

Your aunt Victoria, dressed in a tailored black suit hugging her curvaceous body, with a tie neatly tucked inside, her brown skin. Her black hair was perfectly smoothed back into a long ponytail, strands slicked with gel. Heels on her feet.

You blinked twice, gazing at your aunt as if she had grown three heads on her neck. Her chin rose, with her lip curling up a faint knowing grin.

Your hand over the mouse, moving the mouse over the pad, and you clicked save for your word document in your files, before hitting the 'Send' button to your aunt's email.

You've worked as a legal assistant in a black owned law firm, assisting your aunt in various cases, and your duties consist of managing research documents, scheduling meetings, organizing evidence, drafting motions, attending hearings, preparing briefs for the lead attorneys every week.

Your aunt excelled as a lawyer, and, you enjoy working as a corporate assistant. With your mother as a lawyer and your father as a prosperous judge, you earned a substantial income while still getting home on time.

Working with family had its fair share of pros, and cons. There were ways to manage.

It was almost 9:50 PM, as your eyes peeked at the alarm clock on your desk, and you rose from the black desk chair. Reaching for your bag, curling your fingers around your keychain, jiggling it in your hand with a smooth grace.

"Yes, I've typed, and saved, sent the detailed report to you on the case of Lawson v. Collins. It was exhausting, but I managed to finish it on time." You say professionally, glancing at the glowing clock, ready to leave. 

You sported a chocolate brown tailored suit hugged your frame, matte. Your melanated skin under the white fluorescent lights above. Heels. Half of your hair tied back in a sleek ponytail, while the bottom half in soft curls cascading down, catching hints of lamplight. You straightened the lapels of your jacket in the mirror. 

"Great to hear. I can always count on you. Oh, and how's Elgin doing?" Your aunt Victoria asked, glancing at you with a sly curiosity that made your stomach flutter. 

You inhaled shakily when she causally says your best friend's name, but you managed to hold it together until you saw him at your place tonight, despite the shivers that ran down your spine.

"Great." Your voice spilled as a casual cover, nodding. A smile breaks wide across your face; couldn't fool her. Still, you paused. "He's been quite occupied with managing his club as an owner and often stressed. Kind of grumpy," You spoke further, with a sharp tone, purposely avoiding eye contact.

Victoria's brows rose in confusion, blinking twice. She noticed your manner of speaking about him, the way you carried yourself, deliberately avoiding making eye contact.

"Grumpy? Is he alright?" Victoria asked, concerned, her brow furrowing as she collected the folders and tucked them into her bag.

You gave a gentle nod, followed by a stretching of your arms, your face turning regretful. Your eyes shifted to your aunt, a sigh escaping you, readied yourself.

"No. He stonewalls the neighbors, practically ignoring them. Sometimes, his jaw is always tight, sudden pacing. Frequently, working his hands," You hand stayed anchored on the desk, your voice casual, still concerned.

"Y/n, he's going through withdrawals, and I know it first-hand. Owning a club can be stressful enough," Victoria elaborated, unease in her tone, while nodding her head gently.

She understood addiction and, withdrawals due to her own struggles. She used to drink but eventually, she stopped. Sober for 15 years, and counting.

The brutal reality was that both you and Elgin had a sex addiction and a freaky past together. The first encounter? It happened during your first night sharing a single bedroom after moving in together.

The living room was freezing after the A/C broke, and your furniture hadn't arrived yet. You didn't want to be cold, nor did Elgin, even though he complained to the repairman. Elgin was concerned you might get sick. He fixed the A/C himself that same night, so you canceled the repair appointment.

The bed was the sole sleeping spot available, not deliberately so. What started with a sweet goodnight led to kissing, caressing, fucking, and clothes strewn around the room, changing the dynamics of that night between you both.

You, and Elgin have been reformed freaks for more than 9 months. Still, withdrawals symptoms were fighting back, every second of your day, loud in the quiet, and quiet in the loudest rooms.

Without sound, it demanded attention, an urge for a release to relieve the pressure. Tight chests, a restless night or two.

You've been best friends with him since your teens; even after pursuing different paths post-college, you always seemed to run into each other, as if it were destined.

Your aunt was the sole person knowing of your history with Elgin; she maintained your trust, refrained from disclosing it to anyone, and refrained from passing any judgment on you.

The sex with Elgin was passionate and nasty, incredibly mind blowing, yet you both kept returning to one another to soothe the ache, and to feel each other's touches time, and time again. He brought out a side of you that only he could awaken, craving his touch.

His addiction began with you, while yours began with him. You alone were worthy of his affection, and he was worthy of yours, crumpling like walls that have built for centuries.

Unbeknownst to you, Elgin had something to prove. He delivered meticulously. He showed you how freaky he was, and reminding you that he was the only one who can bring you pleasure, just as you understood his body like he understood yours. Every spot, every touch, where to kiss you.

You strode through the threshold, flipped the light switch, as your hand rested over the doorknob before shutting it close, a soft click and twist of the lock. You strode with Victoria, who made a fast beeline for the halls.

Victoria's lips turned into a frown, her eyebrows knitted together in worry.

"How are you holding up on your end, sweetie?" Victoria asked, her voice laced with concern. Her hand was rummaging through her purse for the keys.

"I was doing fine at work until you asked about him, and said his name. It led to my mind creating fantasies, and our last time together in the bedroom. Thanks for that," You say sarcastically, your hand runs down your face in shame.

Your aunt, Victoria, responded with a playful eye roll, humming in a way that you understood. She dismissed your sarcastic remark with a knowing look and a nod.

"You're experiencing similar difficulties just like him and the symptoms of withdrawal may not be obvious externally. It all comes down to the mental and physical aspects," Your aunt detailed cautiously, her tone composed but earnest.

Fortunately, being in the same field as your aunt kept your mind occupied, creating a sense of calm where your thoughts were muted. No cravings, no distractions. No thoughts of Elgin.

Until now, thanks to your aunt. Your body betrayed you in the utmost sinful way.

Your mind flashed memories vividly: You and Elgin in the bedsheets, bodies tangled; you laid flat on your back, while Elgin hovered over you in front. Your legs hung over his shoulders, your toes curling. He fucked you through the mattress, his chain dangling in your face, his hand around your neck, you gasped sharply, choking on your moans.

Tears overflowing your cheeks, smudging your mascara, calling out his name. His smirk spreading across his pretty face and he knew it too.

"We all have a friendship that's different, okay?" You say sharply, unconvincingly. Leaning back a fraction, you held your aunt's gaze like it could keep you from falling apart.

Despite, holding the gaze with her. Your jaw tightened, breath caught in your throat yet you swallowed hard, balancing yourself.

"You've managed to still be friends with him, and not a confession has been said between the two of you." Victoria held her voice steady, and even while her hand gestured between you and Elgin as if he were in the room with you.

Your aunt spoke the words like it was harmless, still, that smile held for a second told you everything you needed to know about you, and your best friend.

"I think we're both afraid of what comes after relapse, and going back to square one. What we could have together: a relationship. I've already crossed the line with him." You spoke further, arms crossed as if sheilding yourself from shame. Jaw tightens, then you force your face still.

Her expression became gentle, her hands joined in a hopeful gesture. You sensed her love, reassurance, and understanding warmth enveloped your body.

You were grateful for someone to confide in about this delicate issue. It felt as if a burden had been lifted, allowing you to finally breathe and move freely.

"I'm sure that you two will confess your feelings. The way you look at each other is far from lust, and sex addiction alone." Victoria proposed with a sincere tone, nodding knowingly.

You still weren't entirely sure how you, and Elgin are still friends after everything. The sex, unspoken confessions, feelings kept shut on the inside, too afraid to lose each other.

Best friends aren't supposed to kiss. Best friends aren't supposed to fuck all night. Elgin would often eat you out for hours and hours until you passed out from pleasure. You tasted that good to him. And for some reason, you've remained friends to this day.

"Yeah, you're right. Thanks, Aunt Victoria."

"Anytime. I'm right here whenever you need to speak, boo."

You and your aunt walked out of the grand, pristine bricked law firm, the cool tile beneath your shoes, and the polished air clung to your suit. A small brass bell rang above the door, it swung shut behind you. Quick. While the keys jangled in between your fingers, as the day felt finished, and accomplished.

You, and your aunt pulled your attention back to the dimly lit street, crickets chirping softly, cars passing by each other along the vacant street.

The security guard at the entrance tipped her hat to both of you as she secured the doors behind you, and your aunt. "Have a good night Ellie!" she called out, waving goodbye.

"You too, Vicky!" Ellie shouted, joy in her tone.

Your brows arched in confusion at the familiar nickname shouted to your aunt. She hasn't been called that in ages if your memory serves well. Your mom, your other aunties called her Vicky.

"You've got a work friend?" You joked, a small joyful chuckle spilled from your lips.

"Nah, we only talk during lunch breaks. She's a sweetie pie though," Victoria confirmed, shrugging nonchalantly.

You, and Victoria's steps descend the stairs, strolling toward the almost parking lot where the luxurious cars were stationed still. The tall amber streetlights create soft shadows, illuminating your path with your black heels clicking steadily on the concrete.

Finally, you approached your vehicle, with a press of your thumb on the key remote, eliciting a chirp, and the blinking of your car lights. Until Victoria called out your name again, your attention snapped her direction across from her.

"All I'm saying is that addiction is brutal, and it gets heavy fast. It convinces you there's no way out. You, and Elgin have support, love, and consistency you can lean on from me. The sheer will that keeps showing up, and you can get past it," Victoria assured, her voice light, filled with sincerity.

"Thanks," You answered sweetly, your hands over your chest in gratitude.

Victoria smiled cheerfully, one hand on her chest and the other on her hip, before giving you a quick hug. "Drive safe, Y/n. I love you," She soothed, gazing upon you.

"I love you too, and you drive safely on your way over there, yeah?" You hummed softly, grinning.

"I will, bye beautiful!"

"Bye, auntie!"

Then, you both got into the driver's seats of your cars, shut the doors, and after backing out of the parking spot, sped away from the elegant building of the law firm with a loud screech.

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The ride home was quiet, muting your thoughts with soft music from the radio of the Quiet Storm station. You took your regular shortcut, changing lanes to enter your beautiful neighborhood with its large black elegant gate. The security guard, who welcomed you as you entered using the code on the keypad at the front.

Your car glided through the pathway of the neighborhood effortlessly, and the pale yellow glow of the streetlights cast fleeting shadows over your sleek black SS Impala. You cut through corners with a steady pace.

The neighborhood lined Tuscan mansions alongside single-story Tuscan homes at every corner and cul-de-sac, with tidy lawns of clean grass and shining porch lights on the concrete. With the mailboxes set in the same colors in front. White. Black. Forest green. Bright red. Deep blue. Friendly people, and minded their business.

You could smell the evening air of the faint scent of distant barbecue fires from several houses nearby, drifting through your car window as you slowed at your avenue. 

You cruised through the roundabout of the residential, the sounds of the music from your car's stereo, and the gentle hum of the engine. Your eyes briefly shifted to the street name sign. Cypress Terrace Drive, the towering sigh etched with white letters against a green background.

The car eased to a gentle stop along the curved driveway of cobblestone beside Elgin's Mercedes-Benz S, sleek black. The Tuscan house came in your eye's view. One story, warm stucco the color of honey, a low porch shaded by terracotta columns, a white mailbox standing still on the front yard.

The concrete step was clean, crisp of dove grey, catching the pale white light from porch as the curtains softening behind the windows on the both sides of the front door.

You stepped out with ease, shut the car door, locked it, and hurried your way toward the porch. Keys in your hand, you swung the screen door open, twisting the lock, before pushing the door.

Finally, you walked in, shut the door behind you, and locked it. You tossed your keys in the key bowl, sighed in relief. You kicked off your heels in the shoe basket, snatched off your coat before hanging in the closet with the rest.

The light honey oak wood floors, polished and the living room was spacious, the furniture sat in neat rows; a butter cream sofa with thick pillows, and cushions, the flat screen television mounted on the wall. A small coffee table, rounded edges of darkwood. The walls in the color of warm light brown, similar to cappuccino.

Living room transition to soft  carpeting which led to the bedrooms down the hallway. Warm vanilla, shea butter, and clean laundry, layered over a faint, woody scent from the polish of furniture. The open kitchen that featured a dining area and the kitchen flooring laid with terracotta square tiles, burnt orange, and subtle pink diamond at the center.

The dining room held a solid table, and a couple of well-worn chairs, coasters, a purple vase resembling a black women, her curly Afro, her thick body danced like a cloud of smoke. Swirly candleholders and plates of chocolate brown.

Suddenly, the scent of Elgin's cologne hits you in the face. His black suit hung over the couch, it lingered. It was your favorite one that you would always compliment him on. His cologne held notes of sandalwood, citrus, leather, sharp spice. Spilled liquor, weed.

Temptation in the form of a ghost of his cologne. Haunting your memory, inviting in new freaky fantasies of you, and Elgin. Your thighs pressed together as if it were muscle memory, panties pooling briefly.

Elgin's head between your thighs—"Shit!" You heard Elgin cuss in the kitchen; the sauce spilled on the floor, just after he wiped the spot with a disinfectant wipe. Breaking your thoughts, as you silently thanked God for it.

Elgin always cooked excellent meals at home anytime. You assumed he needed something to occupy his hands rather than thinking of you, aside from chores, assisting at home, and he took care of everything else.

The house was consistently spotless and filled with the aroma of Fabuloso citrus, occasionally lemony, at times powdery, with a sweet, candy-like fragrance, and various scents for different days.

The sizzling of a skillet filled the air with a smoky, savory aroma of small cheeseburger sliders, southwestern eggrolls filled with smoked chicken, black beans, corn, and jalapeño jack cheese, steamed broccoli. Creole chicken pasta, along with seasoned mashed potatoes sprinkled with bits of basil, a side of rice, and baked lasagna.

Your brown eyes darted to the plate of food on the countertop, your mouth watering at the sight. The music played softly in the background, masking the clatter of cutlery until Elgin turned it off, exhaling through his nose. His breath spilled in short, slow brusts of air.

Elgin owned the hottest nightclub in town, Pandora. As a club owner, he handled all of the business arrangements, from hiring DJs to managing security teams each weekend without fail. Everything had to be perfect from the drinks, to excellent service, making sure the VIPs received attention that kept them coming back for more. 

The club was highly exclusive, usually attended by very rich people, ballers, some from Hollywood. Those who worked at the club referred to the employees, dancers, by their nicknames.

He was a true workaholic, devoting his time to both his home and nightclub, using work as a way to escape his addiction struggles, day and night.

"Hey, Elgin!" You greet him kindly, but your pace turned slow as you went toward the open entry of the kitchen. Your hand stopped on the counter flat, controlled before you spoke again.

You circled the counter and stood behind the second kitchen sink. You reached for the soap, twisted the faucet, washed your hands under the cool water, grabbed the towels, turned off the faucet, dried your hands quickly. Finally, you cleaned the counter with a disinfected wipe.

Your brown eyes rake over his back, rippling muscles, taunt beneath his caramel skin. His forearms flexed as he worked his wrist with the frying pot of Creole pasta, carefully pouring the mixture into a Tupperware container, pushing a top over it the container.

You swallowed hard again, the sound softer enough for only you to hear. You couldn't look away, as it took everything in you not to look at his dick swung against his thigh through the fabric.

He wiped over a spill of sauce on the counter with a small, frustrated sigh, dropping the pot into the sink with a metallic clink. Reaching for the sponge, he scrubbed in forceful, slow circles with dish soap, the bristles stiff and worn. You noticed his jaw clench, a vein twitching at his temple as tension built.

He spun around to face you, Elgin was shirtless, his chest defined, paired with grey sweatpants, his drawstrings swung freely, and a gold chain rested on his collarbone, catching the kitchen lights. His black hair styled in soft, spiral curls with a wild bounce, a fresh line-up.

"Hey, Y/n! Sorry about that. I damn near dropped the pot after I finished cooking. I didn't want it to hit the floor." He says apologetically, giving a small, controlled laugh that landed somewhere.

"As long as you don't burn yourself or the house down, we're good." You quipped,  holding his gaze for a second, then patted his face once. You hand stayed there a moment longer than necessary, until you moved it off.

Little did you know, Elgin liked the subtle touch from you. Possibly a trigger there, but his throat flexing, swallowing down a stifled moan. Forcing himself to behave.

Elgin chuckled playfully, and his smile spreads faintly. You cleared your throat. He wiped his hands on a paper towel, before tossing it in the trash. But then he noticed the sudden change in your face, softening as you had something troubling to say.

He blinked, brows furrowing. His gaze flickered to the black suit draped over the big couch. A low cuss word slipped past his lips, twisting in a tight, worried frown.

"Suit on the damn couch." He murmurs, as the scent hits, and his stomach drops. He kept his voice practical, like it's an urgent task. He looked away, despite becoming irritable by the smallest things.

Elgin hurried to the butter cream couch, where the scent of cologne lingered in the room. He made his way the hallway, entered the laundry room, and put it in the washing machine with the rest of his clothes.

Reaching for fabric softener, and detergent, pouring them into the boxes, as he closed the door. He pushed the buttons, and the washing machine began to start, rumbling softly, the water, liquid detergent mixing with his clothes. Swiveling in circles.

"Well done for triggering your best friend, Gin," He murmurs, praise shaped sarcasm in his tone. His lips smacked once, soft and peeved.

Elgin went back to the kitchen, headed straight for the sink, but arranged all the clean dishes on the dish rack before turning to face you again, wiping his hands off using a towel.

Sorry about leaving my suit on our couch," Elgin added, keeping his voice low and even. He didn't look away, just held still, as if he could feel your reaction.

His suit should have been in the washing machine, not the couch. His face twisted for half of a second. Brows furrowed, then relaxed like a thought gave him relief that it was alright between you two.

You let out a soft, warm exhale, then met his gaze again, not on the couch. He could read the truth under your restraint, and it didn't make it easier.

To most people, it was nothing. For Elgin, it landed heavy anyway. He'd didn't shrug off problems that can be solved. His jaw tight in place like muscle memory, breath slowly escaping as he searched your eyes for reassurance. 

The nightclub, busy schedules, working hands. But the moment it turned into you at home, his control slipped. The smallest change felt like it didn't belonged to him, whether it did or not.

"I appreciate the apology. How are you?" You say too casually, still a bit seriously, nodding after. Your fingers pressed into your own sleeve to keep yourself together.

"I'm okay. You okay? I'm just glad you're home. It won't happen again. Dinner?" Elgin reassured, his hand lifted, and aligned, palm open, toward the dinner table.

"Me too. I'm okay, Elgin. And yes, dinner. It smells amazing," You hummed lightly, strolling to the table like it was a nightly routine between you, and Elgin.

You strolled beside Elgin, gaping the distance just a tad in the kitchen and your shoulder brushed over Elgin's shoulder in a gentle manner, as if it were accidental. 

Elgin faltered, a hitch in his next breath. He didn't step forward; his sock-clad feet stayed glued to the same spot. When his gaze met yours, passing by him, his eyes moved over your face like he was checking for damage. His jaw worked once, quiet and controlled.

He caught the smell. Your perfume oil, which stayed on your skin longer. The fragrance notes of chocolate, light creamy vanilla, and coconut, stirred something in him that he hadn't expected.

The tension was buzzing in his body, wrestling in his stomach. Arousal hits through him like a bolt of electricity, unexpected and buzzing his being, tiny tingles. His breathing changed after that. Not calm. Fast. Tight, like muscle memory.

He blinked at you, and caught that you flashed a smile, masking your mischief. His jaw tight, working it as if he were chewing on gum, as he took in the scent. Elgin stood a little too still, then suddenly pulled your chair out for you.

You sat down gently in the chair as he placed the plate of food in front of you, then he circled the table and took a seat in the wooden chair across from you, like he was trained to act normal around you. He was always normal and cordial.

"You always prepare the food here so wonderfully," you praised gently, your voice like a comforting balm, inhaling the scent from the kitchen.

"T-thank you, Y/n." His voice jittered at the start, soft on your name. His lip curled on purpose, like he could cover the nerves with a charming look.

Elgin's leg frantically, scooping his spoon of steak bites before shoving in his mouth. He swallowed hard, trying focus on the seasoned flavor of the rice, as the smell was stuck on his flesh. The scent softly devoured him, no longer hung in the air.

The taste loses its flavor, becoming bland like chalk. He groaned low in his throat, a sound of exhaustion, and pent-up desire flooding his system, relentless despite his effort to maintain composure at the table.

Cordial. Don't ruin it between you, and your best friend. He told himself again. Strict. His brain replays memories on a loop, wrenching his focus tighter around the present moment. 

You called from the other side of the table, voice light, but steady, cordial on purpose. "Elgin, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Elgin answered too fast, as his eyes swept over the plate, with its vibrant patterns on porclaien, and forest green.

The response was crisp and carefully, steady, a polished facade to shift the conversation.

"Work was so fucking stressful," Elgin says, the tone of his anger controlled like he was afraid to let it out. His gaze swept away for half a second, his hands gripped the table, knuckles turning pale white to settle down the tension.

You nodded gently, yet you could take the answer, and not force it into a full lecture. "Bad?" you asked, slowly shoving a scoop of your food in your mouth. Your gaze on him.

"It's always something. Booking changes again. Customers don't want wiggle room. One bartender folded. Acted like an asshole. I checked him on his first night. Fired him." Elgin seethed, his voice calm, and steady. His grip tightened around the edge of the table, he didn't look up.

"Understandable. You don't  want that weighing on your mind, and you took it off your shoulders. You did a great job on handling it." You praised him, your voice soft but resolute.

His lip curled into an accepting, playful grin. The praise from you alone soothed the tension, yet stirred a reaction from his body. He forgot about his praise kink, and you reminded him.

"I'm glad that you notice my work ethic. How diligent I'm trying to be and I keep thinking I stay ahead of myself. But I'm spread thin." Elgin added, his tone careful. Not any further, and not any more disdain.

Your brows raised a bit, and recognizing the link between your job and his, there was no time for a debate.

"I feel the same way when it comes to being a legal assistant for my aunt. She doesn't back down, and brings me loads of work every week, so sometimes I feel buried beneath deadlines that I can barely keep straight." You explained causally, and cool, your face rested in your palm.

Elgin nodded gently, a soft groan rumbling in his throat. Not for him. Not the way he worked through his addiction in his club.

"It's the way I work in the club, sometimes I can barely focus, but I work through the you know like it fucking hurts." Elgin chorused, his voice strained, painful, subtly raspy.

He spoke of your shared sex addiction like a forbidden truth to confess in the room. It hung in the air, caught the attention of you, and Elgin. You didn't acknowledge it, left it alone. You've worked diligently to control it, not let it loose.

Elgin caught that, as he thought about your serene reaction in his head. Was recovery that easy for you, and was recovery that difficult for him? He felt defeated, grumpy, pathetic to allow himself to fall apart so effortlessly.

You didn't press on. Didn't bite back. Your thighs clenching together from the scent of his cologne on your blazer, you slowly panted heavily. You swallowed hard.

Your aunt would tell you that talking about addiction is easy, but working through addiction can often feel like a chore when you pretend it's not there. Admitting it. Various ways to avoid it, but there is always for addiction

"Yeah, you're right. I found myself working through you know every chance I get. Make myself busier, and pivot. I always say it to convince myself, keep working through but who am I fooling?" You asked yourself, and your tone filled of sincerity, shrugging like it was hopeless.

A faint frown fell over, his face relaxing softer, like he's finally can let go of the tension inside him, and the tension inside you bloomed into a warmth.

He could feel it. The energy shifting between you, and him was blending together. Warmth between the two of you, settling. His jaw unclenching softly, as his fists loosening up. The weight lifted from his shoulders.

Elgin exhaled a harsh, dry sigh, struggling to hold it together as if he were gasping for air.

"You don't have to work through it alone, and you shouldn't let it eat up at you..." Elgin confessed; gentle. Giving you the comfort you needed from him.

The workaholic in him wanted to manage. Wanted to pivot, to talk it off, to solve. The withdrawal underneath it wanted release. Wanted an exit that didn't require eye contact but a touch from you.

"You're right but we should work through it separately." You set the fork on your empty plate, clinking sharply against the ceramic.

You were right. His head only nodding once, understanding what you meant, and he didn't want to be a problem for leading you, and himself back in circles again.

His plate was finished, as his hand snatched it from the table, he rose from his chair, lip stuck in a low line as your gaze softened at him, concerned. "Are you okay, Gin?"

"I'll be okay, don't worry." Elgin nodded, holding his hand to you for the empty plate. His voice held a forced reassurance.

"Okay. I shouldn't have confessed something like that," You say sadly, staring down at your empty plate, focusing entirely on scarping the last bite of the food on your fork.

"No, you should've. I triggered you with my damn suit, and the cologne. When you came home from work," He assured, his voice doesn't raise. His hand on your shoulder, his thumb swiped over. Checking whether you're still with him his hand gesturing to you.

"Elgin, it's just a suit. We know how to handle a trigger situation if this occurs again. It wasn't intentional." You coaxed, your tone was cool. Your hand gripped your plate before he strode to the sink, passing it to him.

An unexplainable warm feeling fluttered in his chest, shooting down his stomach. He ignored it, brushed it off like a bad habit. Taking a deep breath before exhaling softly.

"Reseting is the next step to recovery. Go in, and splash some water in your face, let your head cool off." Elgin coaxed, his head aligned toward the hallway, where the bathroom door sat half-opened. Not pushing.

Resetting for addiction involves a systematic approach to reinforce healthy coping strategies, aiding in managing potential relapses.

You blinked twice. "Huh?"

Regrettably, you believed Elgin wouldn't pick up on your slight withdrawals now and then, but he was very observant regarding you. You could fool everybody else, but not that guy.

"I can handle the dishes," Elgin reached out, his hand atop yours, his thumb swiping over your palm. "Just a low down. If you need anything, let me know. Handle the thoughts with your routine," his voice came out soft but certain. 

Elgin winked at you, playful, as he held the plates. He circled the table, and hurried for the kitchen sink. That look eliciting a reaction from you. You felt the blood rise to your face, heat blooming from your neck to your ears.

Your melanated skin prickling with a sudden unforgiving sensation. Thighs clenched tight like you were ready to burst.

Raising from the chair, you wiped your face clean with the napkin in hand before fumbling a bit. You tossed it in the trashcan, as Elgin caught the way your thighs clenched tight but turned away quickly.

"O-oh! You're right! Thanks, Gin! S-sorry about the perfume!" You bolted through the halls of the house, as you made a left turn into your bedroom. Your voice echoing off the walls.

"No problem!" Elgin's voice echoing off the halls of the kitchen, carrying all the way to your bedroom. You could hear the smirk in his tone, as he called out. "So, you admit it? The perfume on me was intentional?"

"You started it with the damn suit, and I bet that talk works with your women in your club all the time too, Ginuwine?" Your voice echoing back to the kitchen. You stood in the threshold of your bedroom, hanging your purse on the hook of the door.

Elgin dramatically gasped, his mouth agape and a hand on his chest as if affronted. You addressed him by the nickname he prefers for his club, since he doesn't use his real name.

"I don't go for women in my club, Y/n! I don't date around like that!" Elgin shouted too fast, then the last words came out in a controlled calm, still playful like he had something to prove to you, rolling his eyes.

"Nigga, please! You own a nightclub! Remember our first night there? Excellent drinks! Great service! That grin on your pretty face! Women love that!" Your voice bright, still teasing, words bouncing back to the kitchen.

"Aww, you think I'm pretty, Y/n?" He coaxed, his signature grin breaking wide on his face again.

"Not prettier than me, Gin! Haha!" You quipped, grinning back at him.

"Absolutely not!" Elgin concurred, feeling the rush of blood from his dick to his neck and ears at the compliment of being called pretty, warmth spreading from his neck up to his ears.

You unraveled the tie from your hair, letting the ponytail cascade through your curls, as you comb them through. Smoothing them around your head like a regal crown, securing the curls in place, wrapping a scarf snugly around your head, tucking and finally easing a bonnet over it all.

A sigh of relief escaped you, mindful of the impending day off.

You bolted for the halls, made a beeline for the closet, reaching for a long, thick pink towel, and matching washcloth, grabbed your shower cap.

Elgin chuckled playfully, with a slight head shake. Finding you adorable, as he places the unkempt dishes in the sink, as he reached the dishwashing liquid, squeezing it, mingling the fresh cool water inside, scrubbing stains off the plates vigorously, as he exhaled softly.

Dishes washed clean. His mind still focused on the scent: The fragrance notes of chocolate, light creamy vanilla, and coconut.

For a short time, his thoughts were empty, yet he can detect the scent of the perfume oil on his skin. He heard the faucet squeaked, and the shower head running, with warm fog flowing through the door. The door banged shut while mellow R&B music pulsed from inside. You poured your soul into the song.

You took care of those almost relapses, subtly withdrawals with long, hot warm showers, and blasting R&B music, singing it like you were your own concert.

However, Elgin handled his withdrawals in his own differently. Once he was done with the dishes, he wiped his hands off with a towel nearby.

Then he hurried down the hall, moving so swiftly, dimly lit from his bedroom ceiling fan and the glint from his laptop.

The bedroom door shuts loudly behind him, making you almost jump in the shower at the sudden noise, while the sound of the R&B music plays loudly from your speaker. You dismiss it and continue cleaning yourself.

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He pushed himself off the door of his spacious bedroom, tidy just as he wanted. The walls of light brown, and a full-size bed with grey sheets, black blankets laid atop, neatly. Thick pillows lay against the headboard, a single laptop perched beside his phone on the desk, both waiting patiently for his attention tonight, his feet planted beneath the soft carpet fibers. 

He didn't want to think about work tonight. Elgin wanted to think about you. He needed a break from the hustle, and bustle. The noise from his own workspace.

Elgin strode to the desk, and opened his laptop first, logging in fast before clicking on the email app, sending in emails to every employee that Pandora was closed for the next two weeks, and including weekends, an honorary week off from the nightclub was needed.

His best friend Malik, and the co-owner of Pandora were ecstatic. The rest of the employees, staff needed a chance to relax. They responded with joyful emails, expressing gratitude for the break and inquiring about the possibility of more frequent breaks.

He responded to all in the group email that he would consider it. With a slight chuckle, he shook his head while looking at the screen before closing it.

Your scent still lingering on his flesh, soft and sweet. Nasty fantasies created of you, and him in his head, naked bodies tangled together. He could still see, and hear the raw images in his mind from that night, shameless.

Masturbation was his way of resetting when he was having withdrawals. Grumpy. Stonewall the neighbors. Ignore. Elgin didn't please himself often, but it alleviated the urge, and he went right to sleep.

Elgin fell flat on his back across the bed, the creak in the springs below. His eyes glued to the ceiling fan, as the fan spun in lazy circles, the scent of you wavers on his skin. He leaned into the thick pillows behind him, squirming a bit to get himself comfortable.

Managing his nightclub diverted him from his sex addiction, still, running a club was agitating. The stress worsens. He would start to imagine the women in the club as you. The smell of you was still there. He fought it with work, yet it proved to be useless.

When he was home, the withdrawals were particularly brutal. Your scent was in certain rooms of the houses, the bathroom, the kitchen, your room, and the halls. Sweet, but not too sweet. The fragrance notes of chocolate, light creamy vanilla, and coconut wavered.

He didn't know if it was a delusion, or from his memory of the last time you fucked each other. Elgin swore that he could still smell you, even if you weren't there. It never changed.

Elgin tidied up the entire house, tended to every room, mowed the lawn, disposed of the garbage, and repaired things on his own as a way to prevent slipping back into old habits.

He can call it hallucination. Your fragrance seemed to hover with him throughout his work, but when he pushed himself to the limit, it disappeared. He hated it when the scent went away.

His dick pressed hard against his boxers, the fabric of his sweats tightened around him more than jeans ever could, all while he thought of you. Elgin's sharp hiss spilling out. The throbbing ache had to be taken care of. The scent of you devoured him, his hand gripping the sheets underneath.

"Y/n...I want you so fucking bad..." Elgin whispered into the empty room, his voice desperate for a response or some sign that you heard his plea. 

"Someone has withdrawals again," The familiar voice says playfully, startling Elgin in bed, but he didn't flinch. He propped himself up on his elbows, as if he was caught red-handed in the act.

His brown eyes dart to the right corner of the room, where you suddenly appear like magic, leaning against the wall, smirking, effortlessly watch him grapple with the burden of desire.

Elgin blinked twice. You were still there like really there, a figment of imagination? It was the perfume oil on his skin, right?

"I'm not, I'm fine. It's all in my head," Elgin turned away, refusing to recognize the other you in his room.

You wore the black silk pajamas, the shorts fitting perfectly around your thighs. The top was partially unbuttoned, revealing some cleavage, your curly hair falling to your jawline, and a mischievous smile still present on your face.

"You're lying to me, again. Why would I leave my best friend here tense, practically ready to flare up?" The imaginary you teased him, giggling mischievously.

"Working helps me stay busy, and distracts me from thinking of you. Our relationship is going well. I want it to stay that way." Elgin responded gently, his gaze momentarily shifting to the opposite wall before returning to you.

The imagined version of you shook your head, and he heard the playful tone."You don't mean that. But you've been working so hard lately. All that tension?" You emphasized on "hard" between the lines.

"Yeah, but jerking off is one time then what? I'll be back at work, thinking about you again. We're still friends," Elgin stared at the imaginary you, his hand fisting the blankets beneath.

"Of course it is, Gin. I mean the reason why we stayed friends is because we never wanted to lose each other. I didn't want to lose you, and we've come running right back." The other "you" reassured him, your hand gesturing between the real you in the shower, and him.

He felt like that part was fully truthful, and the other "you" stepped forward, nodding eagerly, as you stood at the edge of his bed, unbuttoning your shirt a little by little. "Come on now, you're were caught in heat right now. Just touch yourself,"

"It's always been you, Y/n. That's never changed." Elgin whispered, his voice still low. Aware enough not to shout because the real you was still in the shower.

"And it's always been you, Elgin. But you're pent-up, and you shouldn't neglect fucking yourself right?" The other you whispered, chuckling mischievously.

"It's not like you're fucking me, so might as well, let one loose. Enjoy it." The imaginary you leaned in, those eyes daring him to cross the invisible line he'd drawn for himself, blurring the border between longing for you hopelessly. 

His jaw is tight, sucking in a breath like it hurts him. His heart stung by the hallucination, his lip fell in a tremble, wanting to protest but unable to refuse the temptation pressing closer every second.

"You need to let go, and have a little fun. It's been that long since you've touched yourself, baby?" The other you teased again, sitting at the edge of the bed.

"Yeah, it has." Elgin swallowed once, his throat working a bit.

"You're alone in your room, so why don't you let me hear you? And when I mean me, I'm talking the real me. I'm sure that the real me feels the same?" The other you glanced toward the bathroom door, eyes gleaming with wicked intent. 

He ignored what the imaginary you was saying, stringing him along, playing with his emotions. Triggering his mental, degrading him. Elgin would have to ask you that question himself.

The warmth coursing through him as your hand reached out, pointing to his sweatpants, pulled the loose strings with the fabric still clinging to him. He gritted his teeth, sank into the soft pigment of his lip. "Fuck it..."

Elgin caved in fast, too fast. His fingers plucked the strings of his sweatpants, as the heat shoot through his body, pulling them off gently. The piece of clothing hits the carpet softly, lowering his boxers. His hard dick stood up at the imagination of your voice, and his memory played tricks on his body.

He freed himself to the cool air with a soft hiss, jumping at the scent of you. His dick was thick, wide in girth, the head thickens, as his warm hand wrapped around, heavy in his palm as he stroked up, and down in a steady motion with his warm thumb swiping over his tip, thumping, precum spilling on the blanket.

It was like he could really hear you in his room furthering the ache, the shame, and sexual frustration. His back muscles flexing, veins taut from working his wrist steady, and just a tad bit fast. His mouth agape, jaw dropping once pleasure shot through him. "Y/n...baby, I want you so fucking bad..it hurts.." he grunted raspily.

"There you go, baby..." The imaginary you praised him, eliciting soft whimpers, raspy groans from the male, he stroked himself, faster, slower, and faster again. Heat blooming through his face from the praise, pet names, the other "you" gave him, as if he had earned them. He adorned it but he wanted to actually hear it from your voice, not what he imagined. Hopefully, this will suffice for him through the night.

"Fuckk..Y/n. You drive me crazy, you know that?" He moaned loud, twisting his wrist like a man aching for a touch, the intricate veins protruding against his own palm, the chill sent down his spine.

He resumed stroking himself to the memories of you, and him rewinding to that night. Further bringing memories back in his mind like an hour-long movie, his naked body against yours, positioning himself between your legs. Your brown eyes met his low hooded ones, maintaining a steady gaze.

"I know I do, baby. But all you seem to do is stress me out, and you never see me anymore..." The imaginary you taunting him, laying across the bed with your feet swinging in the air.

His lip fell into a pathetic frown at your response, he wanted to alleviate your stress so desperately, but he felt like he was only adding to it. His hand twisting while stroking up, and down to his base, his head craned back from the new sensation the motion brought. "Whatever you want..Y/n..I swear..." Elgin moaned, making a mess over his own bed. His half-lidded eyes closed gently, burning the memory of that night in his brain.

The bed creaked underneath, and the headboard lightly tapped the wall behind him. His pace in his hand, quickened, panting heavily, as if he was out of breath. His palm rested on the wall, balancing himself. "Y/n...I could take that stress away from you, please...baby.." Elgin groaned, his voice echoing through the room.

The imaginary you scoffed at his usual cockiness, with a head shake of disapproval, smirking derisively at what he was doing to himself. "See? Now that wasn't so difficult was it? You're almost there.." The other you cooed, your smirk breaks wide across your face.

"Y/n...shit! Please baby.."

The imagined version of you chuckled softly, your gaze gliding over Elgin in his bed, his brow knitted as if in deep pain from his thoughts. "Look at you...so fucking desperate..." The other you cooed, your tongue glide across your lip. As if the nights with him were a mistake, it couldn't happen again. He pushed those thoughts away, and his hand pumping up with a pushing drag and twist again, making a mess of himself. "I want to be yours...shit!" Elgin panted, twisting his hand roughly. Messy. The tingling tug, and pull in his stomach was pleasant, accompanied by hissing and groaning, thumb swiped his tip. He was intensely longing.

"You can be mine, Elgin. All you have to talk to me." The other you cooed playfully, smirking at the man pleasuring himself in his own bed.

He imagined you screaming his name, just like that night, in pleasure, in need. "Fuck...Elgin!" The echo taunts him torturously, his hips pushing steadily into his own hand. His freehand on the headboard, knuckles turning pale. A pool of cum overflowing in his palm, he gasps sharply, still gnawing on his lip at the vivid image, the memory replaying endlessly.

He heard your voice in his mind again, his eyes rolling back just to snap them shut, his hand dragging along his dick just to tease himself, a guttural moan rippling from his throat. But when he opened them the imaginary you faded away with your hand across his face, his lip fell into a sad frown, drooling. "I—I'm gonna...fuckk..." working his wrist faster, slower again, moaning your name mixed with a plethora of profanity.

His tip spurted a thick warm jets of white onto his sheets, blanket, and stomach, letting out a raspy with his hand on the wall for support. Elgin panted heavily, taking short, labored breaths. "Fuckkk...."

Unbeknownst to Elgin, you finished your warm shower an hour ago. You paused mid-walk between the halls as you dried yourself off, yet you've heard the entire so-called conversation between yourself, and your roommate. He was that crazy for you? But now all you heard the headboard, and the bed creaking, Elgin's moans sent a wave of arousal through you.

A part of you felt like leaving things be, yet another part wanted to reach out and see if he was alright. He wasn't truthful about his well-being during dinner, and now, after his confession. You wanted to feel his touch, and hear your name on his lips. The tension inside you hadn't vainshed after a shower. It called out to you, hoping to be released and taken care of you.

You head into the bedroom across from his room on the left side, and applied lotion to yourself quickly, gently putting on the same slik pajama set from his memory that wasn't intentional, your hair still in a scarf, and pinned, curled, in a pink bonnet. No bra, no panties.

After getting dressed for bed in your teddy bear slippers and sexy slik pajama set, you gently sauntered to his room door across from your bedroom, your hands resting at your sides. Nerves buzzing through your body, a tingling feeling in your stomach.

You exhale softly from your lips as you raise your fist, hesitating just a moment before knocking gently on the wood, your heart beating loudly in your chest.

Elgin turned sharply at the sound, panic widening his eyes as he scrambled to cover himself with the nearest blanket. "Y-yeah? Give me a minute, ba—Y/n!" He corrected himself, cussing under his breath.

"It's okay, take your time!" You exclaim, but your fingers gripped the fabric of the pajamas nervously as you wait for any sign that he's ready to let you in. 

You could hear Elgin scramble through his bedroom, dashing into his shower first, cleaning himself in a hurry, and replacing the blankets, and sheets with fresh ones. He threw them in the laundry basket in the left corner of the room, tucked them in neatly. Changed his boxers, and sweatpants to green, and black plaid pajama pants; the drawstrings swung freely.

He lit a candle with the scent of cookies, and cream, vanilla, hoping it would mask any lingering evidence before you stepped inside, nervousness still obvious in his trembling hands.

With a slow creak, the door swung half-open just enough for Elgin to peek out, his face heating up. A sheepish grin curled faintly. "H-hey, Y/n. You can come in, just had to do some early spring cleaning." He added, his hand motioning for you to step in.

Stepping aside, Elgin swung the door wide open for you. A hand ran his face, exhaling in embarrassment. You must've heard the whole thing from the other side of your room.

He looked away for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck, visibly trying to regain his composure as you stepped fully into the softly lit room. To you, it looked the same, but with the scent of the candle.

"Are you okay? I heard you from the halls after my shower. I wanted to check on you." You probed softly, you didn't look away, your lip fell into a frown.

You saw the way his eyes darted nervously towards the blanket, trying his best to keep calm as he stammered, looking desperately for a believable explanation. 

"Y-yeah. I'm just getting rid of little tension. Stressed out from work. That's all." Elgin brushed off playfully, his hand on the back of his neck, offering a reassuring grin.

"Hey, I don't judge. If you want to get your rocks off by yourself, then you can. You ain't the only one," You chorused, your hands held up in defense. Shrugging it off.

"Thanks, Y/n. I don't judge either on my part," Elgin countered, his tone playful, still serious.

"Hey, if you don't mind me asking. Who were you thinking of? Ms. Parker across the street? She does like young men." You ponder jokingly, snickering mid-breath as you intimate the playful wink, and flirtatious wave from Ms. Parker.

Elgin snickered midway through his speech, his fist against his lip fro your impression of Ms. Parker. He shook his head in reassurance like he knew the answer already.

"No. Not my type. Actually before I started. I just whispered, and you appeared in my room. I was talking to you. I'm not crazy I swear." Elgin claimed quickly, too fast. His head shaking gently to reassure you that his mind was still intact.

"You were talking to me? Like a wet dream or an hallucination?" You advised, your tone reassuring.

"More like an hallucination.." Elgin assured softly, before pausing to gather the words.

"So, who were you thinking about?" You inquired once more, your hands held onto your arms as if shielding you from something.

"T-thinking about you. And ever since those nights together. It's like I can still smell you on my clothes, and see you when I'm at work. That's why I was doing you know." His confession spilled out like water, gradually overflowing with emotion, gesturing to you but his hand didn't fully commit.

"Oh? My perfume body oil. Why the didn't you say that right away, Gin?" You asked in a concerning tone, your hand held onto your arm like a weight lifting off your shoulder.

"It's embarrassing to talk about that when you're in the room. Triggers, and restraints. It's feels like a big secret we're not supposed to talk about." Elgin explains softly, his hands held onto on the nape of his neck, his thumb swiped across his gold chain.

"We're best friends. I get that, and we work through it. We're just afraid to talk about it and our addiction. Afraid of relapse." You confessed, the words trailing off with a weariness that felt like you were ready to quit.

Elgin nodded once, listening understandable. Gently backing away to give you space. Strained. Controlled. Behaved. His face softening in a reassuring way, trusting and patient.

"But I have something I need to confess too, Elgin."

His head snapped up quickly from the carpeted bedroom floor, his brown eyes locking onto you, bewilderment passing over his face. His brows lifted, his mouth open as if to say something, but no sound emerged. Complete silence.

"I've haven't been able to stop thinking about that night either. I know it may seem like it's easier for me but it's not. Yeah, work keeps me busy but it's not," You admitted, your words held an unshaken sincerity that made his heart skipping beats.

"Remember when I said you don't have to work through it alone, and you shouldn't let it eat up at you?" Elgin flirted playfully, his tone reassuring, still held an edge of charm.

"Y-yeah.." You trailed off, your eyes darting to the pillows of his bed, purposely avoiding eye contact.

Heat spreading through your face, and a warm tingling sensation between your thighs. Clenching together as if it were muscle memory from his touch, your body remembers him still.

"Look at me.." Elgin teased with that daring smirk; his tone deepened, beckoning you for your attention.

Your brown eyes met his with a scorching passion, one that didn't seem to fade away like you didn't ignore it this time. Letting the warm feeling in. You didn't dismiss it.

Your body betrayed you yet again, and your lips slightly parted with a moan spilling out like a need, that could've included his name, but you didn't want to stroke his ego any further.

A breath catches softly, his eyes flickered to your mouth. you caught sight of his teeth on his lower lip; you needed his assistance on this just as much as he did. A friend helping out a friend in urgent need of pleasure. Well, a soon-to-be couple in the end, right?

"Can I be a great friend to you, and help you through all of that tension, baby?" He invited playfully, seeking consent from you with gentle patience.

"Yes, you can." You teased, your voice smooth, with a dangerously calm like you were letting that side of you show before it turned wild, untamed.

Desire lingered between you and Elgin; you couldn't hide the faint smirk curled on your face, as the sexual tension tethered you closer, and the eye contact felt unbreakable, leaving both you, and your roommate breathless and overwhelmed.

Finally, you decided to speak to break the silence, just go after what you wanted already.

"Your room or mine?" you asked softly, your brows rose and pointing between your room and his, which were across from each other.

He quickly shook his head, dismissing it. As warmth spread across his face, his hand angled toward your room opposite his. "N-no, we can go to your room instead. Way better than mine," Elgin added embarrassingly, while you chuckled softly.

"Okay. Don't worry I cleaned it up." You chimed in, keeping your voice steady, yet careful with your words. Angling your body toward the doorway as he blew the candles out before nodding.

Then you stepped out of his room first, as Elgin trailed right behind you on the way out, he let the door swing behind him with a soft flick.

You strode through the hallway, and right through the threshold of your bedroom, spacious, and tidy with your full length mirror hung on the wall, facing your face. The color of light brown on the walls, a bed set in the middle, a closet on left side, beside your dresser of dark-wood. A ceiling fan up top.

Fuck, you forgot about your hair. You carefully took off your bonnet, and gently pulled your sliver hair clips out, as every curl, and tress fell over your face, as you reached for the comb on your dresser.

With careful concentration, you parted your hair in the middle, and combed through your hair in front of the vanity slowly. Your curls sat at your jaw, and the rest swung over your shoulders. You reached for a hair tie, and pulled it back gently.

Elgin's eyes studied your appearance, humming softly. "Beautiful.." he whispered audibly for you to hear. Heat rushing through you again. "T-thank you, Elgin.."

You unbuttoned silk pajama shirt, and pulled off your shorts, hitting the carpet below. The cool air hits your skin, as you softly hiss. Crawling onto your bed, and falling flat on your back. Thankfully, the bed was big enough for you, and him.

It had been 9 months since both you, and Elgin touched each other. This very moment sealed something deeper than friendship, and addiction combined.

Elgin kneeled on your bed, while laid down on his stomach, his face resting between your legs, his warm breath fanning on your wet pussy. His pupils in his eyes formed in the shape of a heart up at you, before he blinked. Fully enamored.

His brown eyes flicked to your brush under your throbbing clit, down to your wet white slick between your folds, parting slowly. Still, hesitant, and behaving well for him, mouth parting for a moan to leave, prolonged, hungrily.

"Eat..." You demand playfully, as your legs parted slowly for him. As his tongue glided across his lip, before biting it. He desired to relish the moment, making you beg for him to stop, only for you to ultimately beg him for even more.

He brought his mouth to your pussy, his warm tongue glided up to your wet folds to your throbbing clit, as he stopped immediately, slid his tongue on his lip, hummed softly. "Fuckk.." You, and Elgin groaned raspily in unison at the sensation. A spike in their pulses, pupils dilated.

For Elgin, it was like the first taste of a drug coursing through his brain, sending a feel-good chemical of dopamine through him, and he wanted more. Relapse, hooked. It was the exact same sensation for you.

Elgin brought himself back between your legs, his mind almost hazy, still he was lost in the little taste of you, a new obsession: mangos. He kissed along your inner thighs as you, and him both left purple hickeies on each other; you twitched at the contact. Elgin finally put his mouth on your brown folds, tongue kissing your pussy lips as if they were your lips, deilbrate, spitting, and nasty. He gave you open-mouthed kisses from your entrance to your clit, fast before biting your clit. "Fuck.." you mumble in pain, and pleasure. "My bad.." he cooed softly, kissing it gently, with a tongue hook over your clit, flattening, before curling. Both you and Elgin moan needily. Sharp.

"You've always tasted better than the last time, can I get some more?" Elgin cooed at you, made eye contact, in response you bite your lip and nodded eagerly.

Elgin's tongue lapping over your wet folds fast, gathering every trickle in his mouth, as your mouth fell open, feral moans, and his name rippled from your throat. His tongue slipped your folds, darting in, and out, eliciting wild moans of primal lust. Tongue fucking you deep, hard right in that spot rapidly. "Elgin..fuckk!" you screamed for your life. Your back arched, as his fingers played with your clit, the sound of you came out like a need, like relief. "Missed you saying my name...princess" he cooed, pulling away before pushing his fingers inside. His pace slow, punishing. Your pussy sucked his digits in, a soft sloshing. He blinked once. "Yeah...that pretty pussy missed me too," he purrs, fingers pumping in, and out more direct, steadfast like a jackrabbit. Rough suction on your clit. Tears overflowing down your face, trembling against his mouth, letting out wild moans, broken words once more.

"Elgin! Fuck don't stop!" Your voice came out sexually frustrated, and almost impatiently. He resumed the motion, your hand atop his head, fingers tangling through his curls. Grip tight. He moaned raspily at the rough dig. "I won't... princess..." Your hips jumping as his fingers curl in your wet, gummy soft walls. At the same time, his fingers fucked you rougher, deeper, and slipperier as your white essence splattered more, and more. "I taste that good?" He inclined his head up, and lowered his head across your wet, swollen folds, adding rougher suction. "Delicious..." Fucking yourself on his face, your clit throbbed, pressed against his nose.

His fingers slip out just to hear the shilck noise, his free hand around your neck, bringing his wet fingers to your lips. "Like how you taste?" he moaned lowly. Without warning. You snatched his wrist, wrapped your mouth around his digits, sucking the taste clean off. "I do.." you cooed at him. Elgin bites his lips; still, you made teasing eye contact. Released his fingers with a loud, wet pop. His dick hardened under the fabric of his pajamas pants, his breath in a short burst of air.

Elgin ducked, with his hands gripped under your knees, resting them on his shoulders before burying his face against your pussy lips, lapping his tongue across your swollen brown folds rapidly, his mouth closed, and opened quickly as he swallowed your cum hard, his throat flexing. "I wanna you taste for days.." Elgin groaned, vibrations through your body, scissoring his fingers through your walls. Squirmed. Twitched. "Don't tease.." Your thighs clenched his temples, enough to suffocate him, but he didn't care. The tension faded away little by little.

"Ahh...you will—i-if you eat good..." You teased, hips grinding, fucking his face wildly. He grinned up at you. His mouth was away from your pussy, you whine at the loss of his mouth. "I like a challenge, baby girl.."In response, he made the same teasing eye contact. Elgin was up for the challenge; His fingers curled gently until they found that soft spot, the new sensation made your back arch, and a feral scream rippling from your throat. Your curls relaxed into looser ringlets, clumping together from sweat, you gushed wildly on his fingers, you came undone, and hard. The sheets, a mess.

He rubbed that spongy soft hard but slow while pinching your clit. "Ah shit!" you cried out, spoke too soon. You attempt to maintain eye contact, but your eyes quickly shut. "Talk to me nice?" He shot back, his lovesick face locked with yours, unable to break away, steady. The wet, obscene sounds of your pussy swallowing his fingers up filled the bedroom. "I-I will.." you whimpered, crying. Elgin darkly chuckled, adored your every reaction, and just from that alone, you let out a feral, obscene moan from your throat echoing lower, and lower as if you lost your voice, and he loved that, every bit.

He devoured your pussy like a famished man, savoring the taste, his face possibly sweaty and soaked. You came hard on his face, as he dove deeper on your pussy lips. At this rate, he had lockjaw. His mouth agape, frantically moving in a zigzag motion, you choked on moans, gasping for air. A warm, fast drag of his tongue from your entrance up to your clit before flicking it rapidly. "Elgin! Ugh! Ahh!" You screamed for your life, fisting the sheets. He made you see stars sparkling, still his fingers kept rubbing that soft spot in an endless loop. "What's up, princess? You want to come hard or come six times?" He asked teasingly, humming softly in response while you lose your mind. "B-bothh.." you managed to speak. Mascara streaked down your cheeks, his familiar grin suggesting he was the only one capable of bringing you this much pleasure, easing your tension as your heels pressed into the mattress.

Your legs coiled around his head, as his tongue began thrusting in and out of your pussy, his arms held onto you tightly and protectively. "Whatever you want..." he cooed, his finger tilted your chin in his direction. You creamed on his face, he swallowed. You slumped against the pillow from behind, damn near dizzy from how long this current moment went but you loved it, loved it with him. His lips crashed into yours, you leaned in, lazily lip locking, swapping spit with your best friend. "Make me squirt then, baby.." you moaned through the kiss, lost in him.

Your cum covered his fingers completely, white against his caramel skin as he stroked it around your erect dark brown nipples, you tremble and shiver uncontrollably. "M-more...Ahh shit!" and Elgin wrapped his mouth around your nipple, licking it clean, tasting you, and fingers twisting your nipple. He groaned in pleasure, taking it in his wet, warm mouth hungrily, and treated the left nipple the same way, sucking, pinching, and biting them. "I'm addicted to you..." he murmurs, his fingers strike your G-spot that a jolt of pleasure. His freehand fondling your breast in teasing circles, trapping his teeth between your nipple, encircling his mouth again. "Everything you do turns me on.." he whispered in your ear. Your toes curled, body still trembling, still, you came splattered three times in his palm, pooling in his hand, as if you were out of more to give him.

His fingers slid right back between your swollen wet folds with a mean curl in, your mouth fell open without a sound, his thumb applied pressure to your clit, pressed down on the sensitive flesh. "The way you look at me as you come, the way you try to hold it but you know you can't, princess." Elgin trailed off. Open-mouthed kisses on your neck. Little did you know his fingers rubbed right into that soft spot again. "And the best part? I'm only one who gets to see it. That face. The sounds you make? All for me.." Elgin bragged on, his cocky grin spreads across his face. You whimper at his words, and you knew it was true, every word. He was only one. Who left you breathless, panting heavily, and wanting more. Your body froze in a bundle of nerves, whining softly.

"Use me whenever you want, I want to be the only one for you..Y/n.." Elgin coaxed in loving, promising tone. He watched you fall apart in front of him, relishing in the sight of you again. His fingers pumped rapidly and deeply against your cervix, leaving purple hickies on your neck. Your walls tightened and released in a primal rhythm, your thighs trembling, while your hand gripped the nape of his neck, pressing into his skin. Elgin hissed raspily as his fingers thrust hard yet slowly. "O—only you! Only you!" You called out to him like he was your drug: one taste and you were leaving wanting more, and more.

Your white essence spilling out, he moaned at the throbbing sensation, the heartbeat, his thumb pressed down hard on your clit.Your voice lingered in a long moan, as if you were on the brink of insanity, more untamed and frantic."I'm gonna cum! E—Elgin! Please!" His face buried in your neck, as your plea fell on deaf ears. His freehand fondling your breast in circles, pinching a nipple. Your pussy bruised and swollen. "I can take it alll..the stress away, the tension eating away at you..call me whenever.." He drawled slow, his teeth trapped between your earlobe.

"Elgin—"

"But I haven't made you squirt yet?"

The coil in your stomach began to tighten, as you came again, splattering on his face and in his palm. Your primal scream echoed off the walls in the room as if you were in pleasure, and pain blending together. "You always taste so fucking good..." he groans lowly, as if he were drunk. His muscles were taut in his back, working his wrist roughly, with precision, deep, as if he were at his job. “Look at you princess..” Your pussy squeezes between the dragged out thrusts of his fingers, your walls fluttering softly, gripping like a vice still he withdraws.

You squirt messily on his abdomen and gush on his face, he darkly chuckled at the mess as your head cranes back on your pillow. Your hand atop his head, pushing him deep. "Swallow it.." You command to him. His throat flexing, raspy rumble in his mouth, his mouth opened and closed gradually again, swallowing. Elgin hummed deliciously just so you could hear him, the loud slurping.

Elgin lifted his head from down below, as his teeth dug into his lips. His gaze studied your face, softening as if you were in love, unclenching your jaw to relieve the ache. Your body was still shaking, twitching against his; your hand reached for his wrist.

"Mmm...W-what about you?" You moaned softly, the sound came out sharp, as your hand snaked down below to his pajama pants. Your palm rubbed over his dick print through the fabric, swelling, enlarging against your handprint. Elgin groaned hungrily, but he shook his head.

"Fuckk...it's for your pleasure, baby. But you'll get some dick...later." Elgin assured, pressing a last teasing kiss on your lips. The last words were like a teasing commitment to you, a pleasure that you'll know to receive.

"Let's get you cleaned up."

Aftercare was provided with practiced ease by Egin; you took a hot bubble bath in the spacious bathroom, soothing the aches in your body, as you cleaned yourself up. Elgin took a warm shower, as he moaned at the wet water trickling down his body, but not only from the water. The taste of you still sat on his tongue. A familiar warm feeling in his stomach; tension faded away.

You told him that you appreciated his help, and he says, "No problem!"

You reached for your other oversized T-shirt and slipped it on, lying back in the fedal position, while your eyes flickered to Elgin, headed for his bedroom, until you stopped him mid-walk. You chuckled softly.

"You want to sleep in my room?"

Elgin's heart fluttered again, the same flutter he felt. He nodded in response, smiling faintly at you. He joined you from behind, and he flipped the light switch odd, evenloping the room in darkness. You, and Elgin fell asleep in each other's arms, and he pressed a soft kiss on your temple, bringing the blanket to your bodies. Knowing that now, this friendship took another rocky turn, and he would be up for the test.