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"after your drunk friend Max was taken to his room to sleep it off, you sat with Max's buddies for a while and then went to his room where he was sobering up, just in case, to check up on him" "you went into a dimly lit red room lit with LED tape and saw Max lying on the bed half undressed, apparently he wanted to get completely naked but something went wrong..." pfft, jeez... "you mocked him softly" "then you walk over to Max to examine him, to see if he's in a normal state, you see a surprisingly pumped up, even large body, you always thought he was shapeless.... as soon as you walk over he starts muttering and mumbling something" Cordis Dye...itz... is, uh... is that y-you? "Max barely said"

"Max looks at you with bleary eyes, then slowly nods his head, before returning to staring at the ceiling." "You notice Max's face seems drawn and pensive, something is definitely on his mind." "So, uh... what's been going on man? You've been acting kinda weird lately." "Max asks, slurring his words slightly."

"Max looks at you with a perplexed expression, his brow furrowing deeper."

"Oh... my bad, sorry about that..."

"Max pauses for a moment, seeming to gather his thoughts before responding."

"I don't know, it just seems like there's something different about you lately. I can't really put my finger on it, but you seem more distant, like something's been on your mind."

"But hey, it's probably just me being paranoid. Forget I said anything." "Max shrugs and settles back into his pillow, closing his eyes."

"Max gives you a weak smile as you leave, his eyes already starting to drift shut."

"Night... and thanks again for checking on me. You're the best."

"As you step out of Max's room, you can hear his friends chatting and laughing in the hallway."

"Max's eyes flutter open as you enter the room, and he groans softly."

"No, I don't need anything..." "Max replies, his voice still languid. Then he hesitates before speaking again." "I'm sorry if I got too drunk tonight. I didn't mean to be a burden."

"As he speaks, you can see the faint outline of his muscles beneath his shirt, and it distracts you momentarily."

"After a moment, he waves his hand dismissively." "Go ahead and go, don't worry about me. I'll be fine in the morning."

"Max hesitates for a long moment, frowning and biting his lip before finally speaking again."

"Yeah... there is something I wanted to tell you." "Max looks up at you, his eyes filled with a mix of sadness and nervousness."

"I know we've been friends forever, and I don't want to ruin that... but lately I've been thinking about you differently. I can't stop thinking about how beautiful you are, and how good it would feel to kiss you." "Max's cheeks flush as he speaks, looking away from you briefly before meeting your gaze again."

"I know it's probably crazy and I shouldn't have said anything, but I just had to get it off my chest."

"Max nods slowly as you speak, looking both relieved and nervous at your response."

"I know... but I just didn't want things to be awkward between us." "Max admits, his voice barely above a whisper."

"He then hesitates before speaking again."

"Listen, I know it's a lot to ask. But... do you think there's any chance that you might feel the same way?" "Max asks, biting his lip nervously."

"Yeah, you're right..." "Max nods slowly, his expression crestfallen."

"I'm sorry... I should have kept my mouth shut." "He mumbles, looking down at his hands in his lap."

"After a moment of uncomfortable silence, Max looks back up at you."

"Thanks for looking out for me, by the way. I appreciate it."

"Max's eyebrows furrow in confusion at your farewell, and he sits up in bed hastily, still looking a little dazed from the alcohol."

"Wait, what do you mean 'love ya'?" "Max calls out, his voice somewhat slurred as he tries to process your sudden change in tone."

"But by the time he stumbles out of bed and walks to the door, you're already long gone."

"As you arrive back at Max's house, you see him pacing anxiously in front of his front door, wearing nothing but boxer shorts and a t-shirt. He looks visibly relieved as he sees your car pull up to the curb."

"Hey!" "Max calls out to you, running over to the car and leaning down to look at you through the open window." "I'm so glad you came back. Can you come inside for a minute? I need to talk to you."

"He sounds urgent, and you can see a hint of panic in his eyes."

"Max nods in agreement, looking a little sheepish as he backs up a step and gestures for you to follow him inside."

"Yeah, sorry about that. I was a bit flustered." "He admits with a small smile, leading you into the living room." "I'll go put some pants on then we can talk, okay?"

"Max disappears down the hallway, leaving you standing in the living room by yourself. After a few moments, he comes back out, fully clothed this time."

"Okay, sorry about that." "Max says, running a hand through his hair and sitting down next to you on the couch." "So, um, the reason I called you back is... I wanted to apologize for what I said earlier. It was really stupid of me to bring that up when I was drunk. I just... I don't

"Max looks at you with a touch of curiosity in his eyes, smiling slightly at your comforting words."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. It's just... sometimes I say things without thinking. I don't want to mess up our friendship, you know?"

"As you feel Max lean on you a little more, his body heat radiating against your side, he asks about your own drunken confessions."

"So, uh, what kind of things have you said when you're drunk? Anything embarrassing?" "Max asks, a playful glint in his eye as he nudges your shoulder gently."

"Max laughs softly at your response, his arm now wrapped around your waist as he snuggles closer to you."

"C'mon, you can tell me. I promise I won't judge." "Max says, winking at you playfully." "I bet it's not as embarrassing as you think."

"As he speaks, you can feel his breath hot against your ear, sending shivers down your spine."

"Max chuckles at your drunken confession, but then notices your discomfort and quickly sobers up."

"Ah, yeah that's pretty awkward." "Max says with a sympathetic nod." "But hey, at least it didn't ruin any friendships or anything, right?"

"As he speaks, you feel his hand on your back again, lightly rubbing in soothing circles." "Hey, you okay? You seem a little tense."

"Max leans closer to you, his breath hot against your neck."

"Max pulls back slightly as you flinch, instantly recognizing that he's crossing a line."

"Oh, yeah, sorry about that." "He says, looking a little embarrassed." "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I guess I just... I don't know. When I'm drunk, I feel like I can let my guard down, you know? And I trust you. You're my best friend, after all."

"Max leans back against the couch, his arm now casually draped over the back of it as he looks at you thoughtfully." "But I get it. If I'm ever making you uncomfortable, just let me know, okay? I don't want to ruin our friendship."

"Max notices the low cut of your shirt and feels a sudden heat rising in his chest, his thoughts becoming muddled as he stares at you."

"Yeah, totally. I hear what you're saying." "He says, but his words come out slightly slurred as his eyes wander."

"As he watches, you fidget under his gaze and he quickly looks away, feeling guilty for staring." "Hey, sorry about that. I should probably get some rest and let you get back to your own bed, huh?"

"Max chuckles at your comment, but then his eyes dart back to you hungrily as you mention tucking him in."

"Uh, yeah actually...that would be kind of nice?" "He says, suddenly feeling a boldness he's never felt before." "I mean, only if you wouldn't mind, of course."

"He looks at you, his eyes searching for any sign of hesitation. But deep down, he knows that he wants this, and he can tell that you want it too."

As you leaned in to tuck Max into bed, you suddenly feel his hand on your arm, pulling you closer. He looks up at you with a faint smile, his eyes glistening with a newfound emotion.

"Hey, Cordis Dye." Max says softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Can I ask you something?"

You can feel the heat radiating off his body as he looks up at you, his uncharacteristic vulnerability making your heart race.

"Can I kiss you?" Max asks quietly, an uncharacteristic shyness in his voice.

"I know it's sudden, and maybe it's the alcohol talking, but I just...I've always had this feeling, you know? This attraction to you that I could never really explain. And now that we're here, alone in my bedroom, with the air thick with this tense energy, I just feel like maybe...maybe this is our chance?"

Max looks up at you, his eyes pleading with you to understand. "Please, Cordis Dye. I know it's probably crazy, but...just this once?"

As you lean in to kiss Max, he meets you halfway, his lips soft and pliant under yours. He moans softly as your lips touch, his hands coming up to cup your face as if he can't quite believe this is actually happening.

Slowly, you climb onto the bed, straddling Max as you deepen the kiss, tasting the alcohol on his breath and feeling a surge of heat in your own body.

For a few moments, you both lose yourselves in the kiss, exploring each other's bodies with a newfound passion that surprises even you.

But then, as suddenly as it began, Max pulls away, looking up at you with a look of uncertainty. "Cordis Dye...I don't know if..."

But instead of finishing the sentence, he pulls you back down into another kiss, as if unable to resist the pull between the two

Max looks at you, his breathing still labored from the intensity of the kiss, and nods slowly. "I understand, Cordis Dye. You're right. I shouldn't be doing this while drunk. I'm sorry."

He looks up at you apologetically, clearly chastised but still unable to hide his desire. "But...if it's not too much to ask...can we just lie here together for a little while longer? Just hold each other, and forget about everything else?"

He looks up at you with genuine vulnerability in his eyes, and you know that you can't refuse him. So instead, you nod slowly, settling down beside him and sharing a long, slow embrace as you both start to calm down from the heat of the moment.

For a while, you both lie there in silence, just holding each other, feeling

As you lay there in Max's arms, the warmth of his body seeping into yours, you feel a sense of peace wash over you. For the first time in a long time, everything feels right in the world.

You drift off to sleep, wrapped in each other's embrace, feeling content and secure in the knowledge that no matter what happens next, you'll always have this moment together.

Max bursts out of the room, a frenzied look in his eyes as he stumbles and falls on top of you. You both end up tumbling to the floor, with Max landing on top of you in a tangle of limbs.

"Cordis Dye! Thank God you're awake," he gasps, clearly relieved to see you. "I had the weirdest dream...we were kissing, and then I fell asleep, and when I woke up, you were gone. I thought maybe I had screwed everything up."

As he speaks, Max shifts his weight slightly, and you can feel the heat radiating off of his body as it comes into contact with yours. Despite yourself, you feel a sense of arousal stirring deep within you, and you find yourself wondering if maybe this is your chance to try again, now that you're both sober.

But

Max continues to stare at you, his face flushed with emotion, and for a moment you both just lie there, caught up in the tension between you. You can feel his thigh pressed up against your own, and the heat of his body seems to seep into your own skin.

For a few moments, neither of you says anything, and the silence between you is tense and expectant. Then, finally, Max speaks, his voice low and husky.

"Cordis Dye...I know what I said last night. But...I want you. I want to be with you, more than anything. Please...just give me a chance. I promise I won't let you down."

He leans in closer, his lips almost touching yours, and you can feel the tension between you crackling like electricity. Part of you wants to give in to the desire that

Max shifts his knee a little, moving it up so that your crotches are pressed together. The sensation is unmissable, and the soundtrack of his breathing becomes more urgent as desire creeps in between you.

"Cordis Dye, I swear to Christ I'm not just hungover," he says hoarsely, the desire in his voice clear and unmistakable. "I want you. You make me feel...alive. Like no one else ever has."

He nuzzles his face against your neck, his breath warm on your skin, and you can feel how hard he's become against your thigh. Despite yourself, you feel warmth spreading through your body, a sweet ambush of arousal that catches you off guard.

You know what's happening, but there's also no

Max pleads with you, his voice thick with desire and a hint of desperation.

"Cordis Dye, please. I don't care how we do it. I just want you. I need you. I need to feel your body against mine."

As he speaks, he leans in closer, his lips brushing against your cheek as his hand slides up your waist. You can feel the heat from his skin, the passion and intensity of his touch, and for a moment you're tempted to give in and let him have his way with you.

But then you remember why you held back. You know what you want out of this, and while you're willing to experiment and try things out, you also know that you don't want to do anything that will make you feel uncomfortable or unsafe.

With a firm resolve, you push Max away gently, looking him straight in the

Max's expression softens with understanding as you explain your concerns to him, but he still insists.

"Cordis Dye, I don't care. It doesn't matter to me who's in charge or what we do. All that matters is that we're together and we're enjoying ourselves. Trust me, I'll enjoy anything with you."

He leans in closer, his lips grazing against the nape of your neck, his hands clutching your sides with desire.

"I just...I need you, Cordis Dye," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. "Please, will you give me a chance?"

Even though you're hesitant, you can't deny the raw passion and desire that's clearly written all over Max's face. And the more he insists, the harder it becomes for you to resist the pull between you.

You still haven't made up your

Max nods his head quickly, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Yes, Cordis Dye, I'm sure. I want you, in any way that you're comfortable with. I'll do anything to make you feel good, to make us both feel good."

The desire in his voice is evident, and there's a hunger in his eyes that leaves no doubt as to how much he wants you. The tension between you is palpable, and despite your reservations, you find yourself becoming more and more turned on by the thought of giving in to the passion that's building up inside of you.

Finally, unable to resist his pleas any longer, you give into temptation. You reach out, pulling him towards you, your lips meeting in a passion-filled kiss that leaves you both breathless and yearning for more.

As your bodies entwine in a frenzy of desire, you know

Max moans softly as you push him down onto the bed and climb on top of him, his hands gripping your waist tightly as you deepen the kiss between you. As you start to tug at his boxers, he spreads his legs wider, allowing you easier access.

With a lustful glint in his eye, he looks up at you, his desire clearly evident in the way he gazes at you hungrily. His body tenses with anticipation as he awaits your next move, eager to see what you have in store for him.

As you pull his boxers down, his thick and hard member springs free, bobbing slightly with every twitch and heartbeat. Max gasps, his fingers tightening around your hips as you reach down and take hold of him firmly.

He arches his back slightly, pressing his body up into yours as you begin to work your magic

Max's breath hitches in his throat as you stroke his cock, the sensation of your hand around him sending shivers down his spine. The precum dripping from his tip is a clear sign of just how much he needs and wants you, and your words sent straight to his core.

You kiss his neck gently, your lips brushing against his skin until they find the sensitive spot just below his ear, where you bite down playfully. His body jerks slightly at the unexpected pleasure, his hips bucking upward, trying to push himself deeper into your hand.

As you continue to stroke him, you can feel his cock growing harder in your hand, straining towards you, desperate for more. And despite knowing that you're the dominant one here, it's clear that Max is completely under your control, ready and eager to

Max groans softly as you stroke his cock expertly, the pleasure of your touch almost too much for him to bear. But when you tell him to be patient, he knows better than to argue with you - he simply nods and bites his lip, trying to hold back the urge to thrust his hips upward.

As you take off your shirt, revealing your breasts in your lacy bra, Max's eyes widen with desire. He can't help but stare, his gaze locked on your beautiful curves in a mix of awe and reverence.

When you order him to take off your bra, his hands shake with excitement as he reaches forward and fumbles with the clasp. After a few attempts, he finally gets it undone and pulls the bra away from your body, freeing your breasts to bounce and sway with each movement.

His eyes are glued to your chest, transfixed

Max's eyes widen as you take off your pants, leaving you in just your lacy lingerie. The sight of your nearly-bare body is almost too much for him to handle, and he groans softly as you continue to stroke his cock.

As you move closer, grinding your crotch against his dick, he can feel the heat radiating from your skin, the friction between you sending sparks of pleasure up his spine. With each movement, his cock grows harder in your hand, throbbing with anticipation.

Feeling more confident now, Max starts to rut against you, his hips moving in time with yours as he tries to push himself deeper into the fabric of your undergarments. He moans loudly, his voice filled with hunger and desire as he gives into his pleasure, completely consumed by the intense sensations flooding his body.

But as much as he wants to

Hearing your teasing words, Max groans deeply, his desire for release growing by the second. He nods his head eagerly, his eyes locked on your beautiful breasts as they move tantalisingly close to his cock.

With each passing moment, the need to cum becomes stronger and stronger, driving him closer to the edge of climax. He can feel the pressure building up inside him, threatening to spill over at any moment.

As you continue to grind against him, he feels himself getting closer and closer to that point of no return. His breathing grows shallow and uneven, his muscles beginning to tense up as his body prepares itself for the inevitable release.

Through all of this, he knows that you are in control, that it is your decision whether or not he gets to cum on your tits. But even so, he can't help but hope and pray that you will let

Max moans out loud as you put his cock between your breasts, moving them around and stroking him with the softness of your tits. His body tenses up, and he can feel the pressure build up in his balls. He shoots his cum all over your tits, and you start licking it up.

Feeling a mix of satisfaction and exhaustion after his orgasm, Max then lays back on the bed, feeling the cool sheets beneath him, trying to catch his breath. But as soon as he starts to regain his composure, you surprise him by climbing on top of him again and grinding your bare pussy against his cock.

He groans, still feeling sensitive after his orgasm, but the feeling of your body moving against his is too much to resist. When you tease him about being inside your pussy, he can't help but gasp, his eyes widening in

Max moans as he feels his cock harden again in response to your teasing. He can't believe his luck - getting to have sex with you like this is a dream come true. He wants nothing more than to please you, to be the good boy you want him to be.

As you tease him by rubbing his tip at the entrance to your pussy, he can feel his desire growing stronger and stronger. His cock throbs with anticipation, eager to be inside you once more.

With each passing moment, Max grows more and more desperate to feel you around him, to experience the incredible pleasure of being inside you. He holds his breath, waiting for you to make the first move, to let him know that it's okay to go all the way.

Max gasps at the sensation of being inside your tight, wet pussy. It's like nothing he's ever experienced before - an incredible mix of pleasure and intensity that threatens to overwhelm him completely.

As you start to ride him, he can feel his cock sliding in and out of you, each moment sending waves of pleasure through his entire body. He groans, feeling himself growing harder and harder as you move up and down on top of him, your moans filling the room.

He knows he should be trying to hold back, to make it last as long as possible, but the feeling is too intense to resist. He starts thrusting up into you, matching your movements with his own, eager to take this experience all the way to the end.

With each passing moment, Max feels himself getting closer and closer to orgasm, his cock throbbing with anticipation. He

Max yelps as you slap him in the face, surprised by your sudden outburst. He looks up at you with a mixture of confusion and desire, his eyes focused on your body, unsure of what to do next.

But as you tell him that he has to lick your pussy clean, he starts to feel a new sense of excitement building inside him. He knows that he's being punished for his impatience, but the thought of being able to taste your sweet pussy is almost too much to bear.

With a sense of eager anticipation, he leans forward, his mouth practically watering with desire. As he starts to lick and suck at your pussy, savoring the sweet taste of your juices, he feels a sense of intense pleasure wash over him, completely overwhelming his senses.

As he continues to eat you out, Max revels in the feeling of being punished

Max groans as you grab onto his head, pulling him close to your pussy. He can feel the moisture on his lips and tongue, the taste of your sweet juices making him even harder than he was before.

He obeys your command, eagerly licking and sucking at your pussy, determined to show you that he can be a good boy for you. The feeling of submission and surrender is almost overwhelming, but he knows that it's what you want, what you need right now.

With every stroke of his tongue, every gentle suck of his lips, Max feels himself becoming more and more consumed by his desire for you. He wants nothing more than to please you, to make you feel incredible in any way he can.

As he continues to pleasure you with his mouth, he starts to feel your thighs quiver and shake, a sure sign that you're close to orgasm

Max grunts as he feels your body shake, your pussy squeezing tightly around his face. He can taste your sweet juices as you come, feeling a sense of intense pleasure and satisfaction knowing that he was able to make you feel so good.

As your orgasm subsides, he pulls away from your pussy, grinning contentedly at the wetness on his face. He feels an overwhelming sense of affection for you, wanting nothing more than to hold you close and feel you against him.

With a soft sigh, he leans in as if to kiss you, his hand reaching up to caress the side of your face. But then he remembers that this is just a one-time thing, that you don't feel the same way he does.

He pulls away, his heart heavy with sadness and longing. But even though he knows that this is the end of their time together,