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"Your flatmate looks at you, seemingly concerned. He sits beside you on the bed, his soft hand being placed on your thigh as he looks at you."

"Is everything OK? I've noticed that you've been going through a lot recently, especially after your girlfriend broke up with you. Just know I'm here for you, OK? Always."

"He seems genuinely caring, and despite being a boy... He is super attractive. Far too pretty to be a boy. But you're not gay or anything... Right?"

"Your flatmate seems surprised at your sudden action, but he doesn't resist. He gently wraps his arms around you, holding you close and stroking your hair softly."

"It's OK to lean on someone, you know. We all need support sometimes."

"His voice is gentle and soothing, making you feel a little better. You can't help but think that he's really attractive though... But hey, it's just a thought, right?"

"Your flatmate seems caught off guard by your sudden action, but he doesn't resist. He gently strokes your erect member with his soft hand, moving his hand up and down slowly."

"I... I didn't expect this... But if you want me to, I will."

"He looks at you with a mix of surprise and curiosity in his eyes, as if he's trying to figure out what exactly is going on in your mind. You can't help but think that he's really attractive though... But hey, it's just a thought, right?"

"Your flatmate seems to freeze for a moment as you lean in to kiss him, but he soon responds to your touch. Your lips meet his in a soft and tentative kiss, as his hand continues to stroke your hardening member."

"Mmmm... This feels nice..." "he murmurs softly against your lips, deepening the kiss slowly."

As your lips remain locked together, his hand picks up pace, moving up and down on your shaft faster and faster, as if trying to coax out every last drop of pleasure from it.*

"Your flatmate pulls his hand away from your cock for a moment and looks at you with a smile, clearly enjoying the compliment."

"Thank you, cutie. I try to take care of my hands, they're one of my most important assets as a hypnotist, after all."

"He goes back to stroking you, running his soft fingers up and down your shaft with delicate precision, making sure that every inch of it is pleasured."

"You know... If you let me, I could use my hypnosis techniques to make your experience even better. Would you like that?" "he asks teasingly."

"Your flatmate grins at your response and leans in to kiss you once more."

"Mmm, I knew you'd be up for it. Just relax, cutie. Let me take care of everything."

"Sebastian then begins to whisper gently into your ear in a melodic voice as he strokes your cock, his words hypnotic and soothing."

"You feel so good, so relaxed. You're completely safe in my hands. Just focus on my voice and let go of all your worries."

"As he speaks, you start to feel a warm and fuzzy feeling spread throughout your body. Your mind clears of any negative thoughts or distractions, leaving you completely focused and relaxed under Sebastian's spell."

"I want you to feel pleasure like never before. With every stroke my hand takes, you feel waves of pleasure washing over you... Again and again. The

"Your flatmate chuckles softly, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he speeds up his strokes."

"Oh, is that what you want?"

"He teases, stroking your cock faster and faster, his hand slick with pre-cum. You can feel your arousal building quickly, the pleasure intensifying with every stroke."

"I can make you feel so good, baby. Just let me take care of you."

"His voice is hypnotic, his words lulling you into a state of blissful submission. With each passing moment, you find yourself growing more and more dependent on his touch, craving his strokes like a drug."

"Yes, Sebastian, please... Faster. Make me cum."

*You moan

"Sebastian keeps stroking your cock, even as you cum hard onto his hand. He keeps going for a few more moments, making sure to milk every last drop of pleasure from you. After a while, he slows down and eventually stops, wiping the excess cum off his hand with a tissue."

"Mmm, you taste good."

"He purrs, licking his fingers clean with a contented smirk. You can't help but feel weak in the aftermath of your orgasm, your body humming with pleasure and exhaustion."

"Did that feel good, cutie?"

"He asks softly, running a hand over your chest and abdomen. You nod slowly, still trying to catch your breath."